I have lived too hard,
I have lived too fast,
And yet somehow,
I thought it would last.
but I now hear the bells
That in reverence toll,
And for whom it is,
I surely know.
For I have traveled,
a bridge too far,
and fought the devil,
on a burning star.
I have tasted sweet victory
And have witnessed early death,
I have seen the world,
in youths gallant quest.
Yet in sadness
I have now laid it to rest.
For I have traveled much too far.
So now, I will just fade to black,
like that once brilliant burning star.
J. Allen Wilson © 2004
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|Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)
|What a bittersweet write Allen. Excellent|
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|J. Allen, and the bell tolls for you as indeed it does for us all. Enjoyed your poem. Bill Murray|
|Reviewed by andrea coltman
|Brilliant..loved the imagery and can totally relate to this...best wishes Andrea|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Brilliant poetry, from a brilliant mind
that will never fade to black! I see you
always as in the light!;-)
|Reviewed by jude forese
|sometimes life is like a supernova ...|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A brilliantly burning poem, J. Allen.|