Through age and infirmity,
my voice cries loud
With feelings still timeless,
eyes not to cloud
The Reaper waits patient,
his claim has been filed
From outside he savors,
inside I smile
The music has changed,
with my heart still in step
My vision most clear,
no lens to correct
As days take their toll,
on what’s left of this shell
What spirit embodies,
—death never quells
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments5
That last line was amazing. Great piece
Thanks, Charles
Beautiful, insightful poem, Kurt! Thanks for sharing this fine one. Love the last phrase especially.
Thanks for the kind words, Louis
Kurt, I love the whole poem, but the 2nd and last stanzas spoke to me even more.
Thanks, Fred. I'm glad it resonated.
Kurt
I am with you on this totally. Thank you, that is my viewpoint you express there. And as usual, so eloquently.
Thanks, B-E
Kurt
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