I looked in the graveyard of my
childhood and found TRUST.
I looked in the graveyard of my
youth and found HONESTY.
I looked in the graveyard of my
adulthood and found COMMITMENT.
I am old, looking grave and I
WONDER.
Later the townsfolk asked,
"Who is buried yonder where the
field lies fallow–
an unmarked grave
dug so SHALLOW?"
Augustus / Folsom, LA / December 2016
- Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 9th, 2016 11:08
- Comment from author about the poem: A life WITH early nurture would have been richer.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 34
Comments6
Thanks "A" ~ I love the Dear Folk and Gentle People who live and love in my HOME TOWN ~ and when I die they'll lift my Gravestone high ~ I know that they won't let me down ! You are a GREAT GUY "A" and I know your GRAVE will be a place of PILGRIMAGE ~ AMEN ~ BRIAN
You are sweet to say so. I don't really feel this way personally but the idea came to me when reading another poem. Thanks for your interest.
It's a really good poem Augustus. I agree with Brian and believe your grave be will a place of pilgramage. Thanks for sharing
Thanks Chrissy. Hope not to leave real soon. Having too much fun here on MPS.
I hope you stay with us a really long time too!!!!
I have mixed feelings about the concept of graves. I really believe that our deceased loved ones (in spirit) aren't there, although it is comforting for people, to have a place to go and talk. I just feel better thinking that their spirit is off doing what they want. Hope that doesn't sound silly, but it helps me cope...:)
Actually, I don't either. It was just a way to describe the various life stages and the emptiness of not developing as a human being. Take care.
Thanks Augustus. I see your point. But, given what you have expressed on this site, you seem to me to be someone who has done it all and continues to do more everyday. You have a pretty long list of accomplishments.
Awesome write, love it
Thank you Tony.
Welcome
This is a fun one. : )
Yes. LOL. Thanks.
One more point. I had a person read your poem and he got your point immediately about regrets as we grow older. Sorry I focused on the comments more than what you were pointing out so well in your piece.
No need to apologize. Words of a poem will evoke different ideas, opinions and feelings from each of us in its own special,way. Take care.
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