Never did I close my eyes
To shut out fear and pain
Rather felt it was unwise
Quite stupid and arcane
Never did I try pull back
When called to forge ahead
Better to risk a smack
Than living life with dread
So that is why I now
Am not afraid of death
Swearing a solemn vow
To fight for every breath
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Getting to an age where I start to think about the unthinkable!
- Category: Reflection
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An appropriate write - every day my life gets shorter and I fill every day with as much as I can before it arrives - BUT - I'm still breathing so it's all okay for today at least.
Thanks so much for your kind reply, Michael. Yes, life gets shorter every day. But you know, it did that already when we were young! It is only now that we become more aware of it. I am confident that both of us will continue to breath for a long long time. And because of that knowledge of limited time, each day will be lived more intense and also with more gratefulness.
A fine write Fred. You breathing there?! I tried to stop breathing for 24 hours one day. It didn't work. Hmm, strange that!
I know what you mean though. We don't think much of those things when younger. I suppose we don't need to. Yet of course, one does not have to be old to die.
Thanks orchie, and you are right. One does not have to be old. But when we are young we are much to busy and much too inexperienced to think about death.
Yes, thanks Fred. A story about age: A woman of about 90 was in church. They had a set service, with reading of the Ten Commandments included. She said 'What on earth am I doing in here, beseeching the Lord to keep me from adultery at my age?!'
Good one, orchie. Will use it with your permission!
Yes, can do Fred. Not that the Commandments are out-of-date, but they may need to be adapted for the present day - or some of them. For example, it could be a sort of 'spiritual adultery', not the swoony type, but betraying some friendship, etc.
Keep that love of breath going my friend as life's ageless gift means just that - much food for thought in this read Fred.
Thanks Fay! There is a show at the Polynesian Cultural Center with hula dancing, music, songs, and even fire dances, called Ha - Breath of Life. It is very beautiful and one of the 'must see' items for tourists.
Good thoughts Fred. Every once in a while when I think about death I wonder "why wait - I mean what's the point".... but then the sun comes out and it's a beautiful day and I just relax and say "there's no point to the pie so just enjoy it's flavor"!
Thank you Lorna! Why wait? Because there is a built in will to live. We don't know what tomorrow brings. It could be beautiful and worth waiting for! Like you say, let's enjoy the flavor!
Fred,
That last stanza says it all!
I’m with you on that one!
A fine write! I enjoyed the read...
...and that pie flavor!😉
~Laura~
Thank you Laura, that last stanza is kind of a 'declaration of war'. Even though we know we will ultimately lose, life is still worth fighting for.
It certainly is!😊
Life is to be lived to it's fullest Fred, and your poem here is a perfect example of that. Each day is a blessing we give to others and ourselves.
Thanks AP! When you are right you ARE right!
Lots of us begin to fear our passing less as we age. Accepting there is a season for all things and we are sooner or later to return our carbon to the planet.
But thoughts of the hereafter lighten the soul don't they.
Thank you da! Yes, the belief that the hereafter my be even better than the present is a big reason why many people do not fear death, which is only a doorway from one existence to another. At least as far as I am concerned!
"O Death where is thy STING ~ O Grave where is thy VICTORY ?"
Thanks FRED ~ I have never been afraid of Death ~ and by God's grace I never will be ! Thanks for scaring ~ Yours BRIAN
Thank you for your great comment, Brian!
Yes Fred, I am with you especially the last verse.
Thanks for this very meaningful comment, Goldie! Looks like we are in the same boat!
I hope that boat sails for a very long time to come, I will bring the Rioja.
And I bring the Kirsch and the California red!
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