Is my time coming soon why am I perplexed?
I have been wrong so many times with fear
It should be clear as the full moon reflects
upon a night pond still, stark and austere
We must forget the hot miles slogged across
life’s burning sands expecting just redress
Dying bides expectant as it strains the dross
No streets of gold await as sages press
As scores of will o’ the wisps our deaths fall down
and wink and hide like raindrops in calm pools
We should not want a warrant for renown
Life lived begats a reason e’en for fools
Be blithe without fear while you can, your fate
Is bound to the immortal throes that wait
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George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A little explanation for those who aren't familiar with my imagery (such as it is). The title is reference to the fascinating aspect of the dying process. When and how primarily, for me at least. Of course many are, understandably, put off by such thoughts and that is another factor in the human condition. Anyway, I used the word dross in the second stanza and that would be us. The term throes in the couplet alludes to the process of our demise.Thanks for reading.
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It waits for us all but in death I believe we find release into a better life as I/we will be with my/our Spirit into eternity.
Thank you Gold, and I agree the next world (for lack of a better term) will be surprisingly better. I'm not in a hurry to get there though LOL. Thanks for the read.
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