The Luring Time


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

  • Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2018 18:06
  • 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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  • Goldfinch60

    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.

    • Seeker

      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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