I smoked all my memories, now burnt out in ash
I've spent all my dreams purchased with cash
I drank my love wildly from a cheap label
Sleeping off life's banquet under a coffin lid table
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I can't say I fully understand it yet, I haven't been in these situations. However, I imagine if I would have been, I would be able to write a better comment! A great poem as always!
Thank you Atticus for the read and comment when you reach the end of your years it will become plainer. I appreciate your frankness
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi for the read and comment as always it is most appreciated
What's left? Left overs - for KP! lol.
All the good stuff was taken now just bones
Well I'm in my 80s and this sure resonates - great write.
Thanks so much Michael for your review and understanding it is as always deeply appreciated
Brilliant - not a metaphor in sight . could well appear on... someone's....tombstone....☺️
Thanks Dave you sly old dog your cynicism is as rare as my metaphors. I have to say your reviews make my day. God help me I love you for who you are my friend. I mean that sincerely
I will struggle on, I assure you Soren.
Take care.
Good write.
Thanks so much my friend it is appreciated
The grit sticks to your teeth in this one—ash, cash, cheap wine—like life’s rough edges gnawing at the soul.
Even under that coffin lid, there’s a pulse left, a crooked heartbeat daring to keep counting.
Thanks so much Thomas your words lift that lid a little and let in a ray of sunlight. It is appreciated
Brilliant 👏
I love this.
- Syd 🍄
Thanks so much Syd for the read and comment it is deeply valued and most important to me
what left is
body without soul
heart without feelings
life without "LIFE"
Thanks for the read and comment yes indeed that is what happens to us as we age. You are most appreciated
Soren, this carries a sharp, stripped-down reflection…burned memories, spent dreams, and that final image of resting beneath a coffin lid table. It’s not subtle…it’s direct, and that’s what gives it its power. It reads like aftermath, not illusion. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much Tristan You are most kind to notice. Appreciate your comment
I’ve had my share of sleeping under the table both in play when younger and out of it in many more ways than is fit to remember. It can be said though that it’s always better with sheets🕊️🙏🏻
Thanks my friend so true it is. Sheets and a mattress make it much more pleasant and in a place where the dog won't lick your face.
Ah true! I missed that part due to an allergy from fur.🕊️🙏🏻
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Thanks so much Teddy its appreciated
# Always look on the Bright side of life#
A short poem, but so much said.
Enjoyed.
Thank you Kevin for your review and kind words of support they are most valued
But not yet soren.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy for the review and encouragement. No not yet
very nice poem
Sleeping off life's banquet under a coffin lid table
great line
Thank you so much for your kind words Vipassana
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