There will come a day when the light goes out
When the waves stop and there is no wind
A time when the stars stop shining
No moon to light the night
There will come a time when love stops burning
When passion turns to ash and grows cold
A time when attraction tastes of salt and numbness
And the powder of red rust becomes food
Then memories will unravel weaving new cloth
From old threads new visions
A maiden of gold now lead
A man of steel now toilet paper
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Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2025 03:31
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That some day seems to be getting closer and closer.
Even the bucket list has done a runner.
Do traffic wardens turn to toilet paper, maiden of gold, writing out my ticket.
That's when you know life doesn't stop.
Thank you so much Paul for your read and interpretation your kind words mean a great deal.
A bit of a brain twister for me this morning, yet a unique way of writing! Your poem revolves around the inevitability of change and decay in love and life. It reflects on the transient nature of passion and the eventual fading of light, both literally and metaphorically. The poem suggests a cycle of destruction and rebirth, highlighting how memories and experiences can be reinterpreted over time. Yet your poem serves as a reminder to readers of the impermanence of love and the inevitability of change. It encourages reflection on personal experiences and how individuals adapt and redefine themselves in the face of loss.
Thank you, my friend. I appreciate your interpretation of this poem and yes, I believe that that was the major intent.
You're very welcome, my friend, good one.πππ€£
Until then, what more should a man do, but eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour.
Thank you so much for reading this poem and for your comment it is most appreciated
Soren, this moves from cosmic collapse to quiet human ironyβ¦the light gone, the world spent, and yet rebirth hums beneath it. You captured the end as transformation. Well done, my friend. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Thank you Tristan for the review and interpretation it is always a pleasure to have your comments my friend
Good write SB.
Thank you Orchi I appreciate it
Man of toilet paper are you reffering to a french president ?
I didn't say pink toilet paper. Thanks for the read Lorenz it is most appreciated
What a powerful ending! βToilet paper,β in contrast to the rest of the poem entire, is just superlative! ππ»πππ»πͺΆ
Thanks my friend I always appreciate your reads and comments
Most welcome, Soren πποΈ
But not in my lifetime soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy for the read maybe not but hope you have a long and happy one
That will be a scary day!
I thank you for the read and kind words of support they are valued deeply
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