Damien Fix Died last night,
He gave up the Ghost then his Spirit took flight.
No more for him the daily grind,
The Calendar of strife that we annually find.
The Increasing Flow of Monthly Bills,
The Aches and Pains and Bottled Pills.
Those Greasy Adds to part with Cash,
For the Easy life, no hidden Catch.
Fairweather Friends that come and go,
The False impression they are wont to show.
And Female Hearts he Lost or Won,
It's Heads or Tails when all is done.
To plan our lives by Weathered Ways,
In Skies of Blue or Leaden Grey.
The Exalted Spirit like a Rose in Bloom,
Or Rank dispair much sunk in gloom.
But poor old Damien in his Fading breath,
When closer came the Hand of Death,
No rush for Heaven in his Thoughts it's true-
For these Grains of life were all he knew.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
A poem of the way of the world well written with rhyme and good flow. Nicely done.
Thank you. Much appreciated.⚰️
You are most welcome
Nicely done
Thank you. Appreciate your Comments and Reading.
Apparently having done some not very extensive research, this Damien Fix seems to be a running joke of which I am not a part. Please confirm before we can proceed further.
Damien is just a 'Made Up' name for the Poem.
A lot of my Past Poems like ' Lilian Grace' are not real People . I sometimes wonder If I'm Real. Thank you for Reading.
Also my Jokes never Run. Limp along at best.
So long as an elite group of self selected connoisseurs arrive ....
Kevin, what a contemplative poem. You begin with the familiar struggles of everyday life, then gradually shift toward the mystery of death without trying to answer every question. I especially appreciated that final thought...it honors the reality that this life is the only one we truly know while leaving the rest in silence. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You have it in a Nutshell. Thank you for Reading. And the fave.
a moving piece
Thank you. 👍
lovely piece, most welcome
There’s a weary wisdom running through this, a look at life’s burdens mixed with a strange affection for the world that wears us down.
Damien’s final hesitation gives the poem its deepest weight—sometimes the familiar struggles are still the only home we know.
Exactly so. Thank you for Reading. Appreciate your Comments.
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