If I would be the last man on earth
Only memories of my past
Could fill my remaining days
Because there would be no point
In thinking about the future
Answering the question
of which was first,
The chicken or the egg,
Will also elucidate
The origin of the Universe
Anything that is easily attained
They say is also easily lost
Except for love
It is easy to fall in love
But very hard to lose it
Money cannot buy happiness
Was invented by poor people
For rich people money is just money
They may be happy or unhappy
Money has nothing to do with it
Today is NOT the first day
Of the rest of my life
Today is the last day of my life
To be followed by another last day
And so on ... until I run out of days
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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All very deeply thoughtful writes in their own right. "It is so easy to fall in love, but very hard to lose it." Wow that is so true! I enjoyed reading all of these musings. Thanks so much for sharing!
Thanks so much Christina! Glad you like them. And wow, I just posted them and you are already the first to comment. You are not only a good writer, you are also very fast!
Got me thinking in the last stanza. Every day is the last day until all the days run out. Nicely done!
Thanks Roberto! Somebody mentioned this thing about today is the first day of the rest of your life and that last day thing popped into my mind. Remembered it again today. And thank God we don't know how many days are left. At 69 I am starting to get into the age group where older friends and family slowly start to fall by the wayside. Kind of scary, but that is life!
I love this - each one a great poem in its own right (write) - so well crafted Fred.
Coming from you this is high praise indeed, and totally undeserved. I was just playing around, or should I say, musing around.
Oh no Fred - fully deserved - they are so simply written in flowing language with such great messages
Good write, never thought of each day being my last day but I do treat each day as special and do as much as I can in it, but I know that my Spiritual days will go on to eternity.
Thanks Goldfinch! Of course the spiritual days will go on for eternity. That is where we come from and that is where we are going again. I do think that if we would treat every day as if it would be our last, our lives would be a lot different. I am talking about it, but I am not doing it either!
Hmm, I suppose us two wouldn't think of our last days, seeing as we're millions of years old. Well, we was there in 1066 anyway! heehee.
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beautiful piece of poetry her Fred. I fell completely into your poem which really left me feeling sublime. thank you.
Thanks so much Kevin. I do appreciate your comments (probably a lot more than you might think!)
then you leave my imagination in awe of your thirst for writing with such beautiful ink. I wouldn't call myself a poet, I wouldn't dare to compare to the likes of Homer, Chaucer, Shakespear, Blake and all the greats that have left their signature on the bottom of a poetry page. Merely learning the fascination of this language allows our pens to flow freely and with breathtaking beauty and the perfection we all search for deep within. your spirit is on the level of poetry growth and witnessing this is just one of life's greatest gifts. allow us to feel as a poet should whatever that maybe.
Nicely thought out Fred , I enjoyed reading some of your philosophies
Thank you WL, I am NOT a philosopher, but like to mess around with my mind.
Good thoughtful writes Fred. To attempt the chicken and egg thingy. I believe animal species were created first, i.e. there were two chickens that made an egg. I can't see how an egg could just make a chicken all by itself.
Ohh, they're easy questions. You know, such as: 'What is the meaning of life?' And 'What is the point of me; why do I waste taking up so much space?!' heehee.
Thanks so much orchidee. Figuring out why YOU take up so much space is easy: To serenade us with your hymns! The meaning of life is a little bit harder, but not that hard: We live to be able to leave comments on comments here on MPS.
The chicken and egg thing isn't really hard, but you have to know the TRUTH. What really happened (but don't tell anyone!) is that God had this craving for omelettes. So he created chickens in order to get eggs for his breakfasts.
A very nice write Fred! Deep in so many ways. I used to think that money could buy you happiness and thought that this was the first day of the rest of your life... Now, you have me thinking SO differently! Thanks for the write Fred!
Thanks so much Edward, for reading and commenting. And I am sorry if I 'screwed up' your view of the world! Seriously though, it is fun to look at things in a little bit different way sometimes.
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