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|Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
|skilled use of irony to draw lines in the sand of existence and make one of the points i so love about real poetry, viz: the great truth... life is difficult.
not to detract from this poem - but the comment below made me think of this...
do you know why angels can fly?
because they take themselves so lightly.
|Reviewed by Daryl Morgan
|The "eternity" in the poem refers to nothing more than our amazing proclivity to forget that we are indeed mortal. We have "eternity" embedded in the brain. Every breath we take brings us closer to death and yet we go on with our o'er hasty, hairbrained existences insisting that this moment (this one RIGHT NOW) will not be our last.
Oh, and it's sort of a joke. Careful we don't start taking ourselves too seriously.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Mock on, eternity, is my mantra. Maybe we (I) are insignificent among the eons of time past and those eons of time ahead, but if WE think we are sommething special, eternity has nothing whatsoever to do about it, because we ARE special. Eternity mocks? Not at all sure about that, there are those who put hunanities dent in the frameword of eternity. Aesop, et al, never mind Ghandi Martin Luther King and the other Martin Luther plus Shakesphere, Poe, etc. My point is made.|