Do we arrive? Screaming from the womb Maybe to most It hardly seems like A fleeting moment ago How the fruitless years Take a vengeful toll On many a wasted life We should set a time to die Like Sunday week at 2pm And concentrate fully on living Until then
How the nerve ends would sharpen As each wasted moment annoyed A little more than the one before How the eyes would sparkle When set before outrageous beauty Then suddenly Change to panic At the wanting more
Would we be decisive? About all our daily decisions Or would we throw them away Like old this and that Where the sell by date Lingered in the past
How would we choose? Between this and that? Would we try to please others? Or seek a more obscure comfort Hidden under a favourite hat
And when the appointed time came Would we say? I have far too much to do I think I’ll leave it For another week or two
Loved the read Robert. we never know what would we say tomorrow ...true.. waiting for your next poem. x Lily
Candykid2Sterling, Virginia USAFeb 2, 2020
This myriad of words can be interpreted in so many ways. There is a great dichotomy of humor and seriousness woven within these passages....knowing you Rob, this is weighing heavily on the sarcastic side of the scale. I would only add a thought that I am already fully aware of that you surely would not be in agreement with. If there is a Creator of time, He surely is not limited by it, and would have full control to manipulate it at His will.....I will stick to the witty and humorous side, as I highly respect your own personal beliefs, as well as your outstanding skills in writing.
yasparkWilliamsville, New York USAFeb 3, 2020
Enjoyed reading your poem Rob, it’s like encountering something special or sipping good old wine, you slow down to make It last longer and appreciate all the little sparkly details. I think you know to appreciate the “obscure comfort hidden under a favourite hat” no matter when Sunday week at 2pm.
Trurobob: The motto is: Live each moment as though it is your last. This poem is very poignant for me as my step-great nephew had been killed while working on a recycle truck 4 years ago in Nov 2015. He was dumping recycle into the back of the truck when a car came up behind him - never slowed down - smashed him right into the back of the recycle truck - he had to be cremated. He was killed instantly - he never saw it coming. He was 26 years old.
I personally would not want to know. That is why we need to be ready at any moment when we are taken. Thanks for your insight and sharing this poem.
Hi, trurorob, Whether our end time is set or yet unknown, we should always concentrate fully on living Until then Thanks for sharing this timely reminder! I’d choose to stay For another week or two, at least!
Hi Rob, With a health history like mine I brushed with the end date a few times. My perspective on the matter is very carefree since. Very thought provoking poem and well written as always.
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I personally would not want to know. That is why we need to be ready at any moment when we are taken. Thanks for your insight and sharing this poem.
Kathy
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Whether our end time is set or yet unknown, we should always
concentrate fully on living
Until then
Thanks for sharing this timely reminder! I’d choose to stay For another week or two, at least!
Rob
With a health history like mine I brushed with the end date a few times. My perspective on the matter is very carefree since.
Very thought provoking poem and well written as always.
Regards Mick.
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