Life-poets like my mother die young Her life remaining as poetry Mere mortals like me live on and on Struggling somehow to get our song sung Making a fuss and then we are gone Losing our bet with mortality
I can race against time all I want But my judgment is not up to me If fate is kind one poem might haunt Some odd book somewhere or two or three But leave legacy to what other People say long after I have died And been led into light stupefied An old man to meet my young mother
Keep writing and never forget that some of the greatest writers were not fully appreciated until after they were gone. Sad but true. However their names live on and their writings live on. This, I suppose is a form of immortality.
God Bless,
Lew
"Ars Longa"
Stevie, now this although solemn is beautiful.
Most especially the lines "An old man to meet my young mother"
Enjoyed your depiction as if a look inward reflecting outward.
Thank you for sharing this poem today.
Sincerely,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
"I can race against time all I want"~I know this feeling, I am there!
I've been left with the thoughts of how we will see our mothers who have gone...or anyone, before us...will they look young, will we look old? Maybe we can't see? Maybe we'll just feel their spirits and talk about our muses!??
Enjoyed this one!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
This is filled with poignant thoughts and memories that threaten gloom and doom while holding out hope for the end to come in a burst of what should be.
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Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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God Bless,
Lew
Michael
"Ars Longa"
Stevie, now this although solemn is beautiful.
Most especially the lines "An old man to meet my young mother"
Enjoyed your depiction as if a look inward reflecting outward.
Thank you for sharing this poem today.
Sincerely,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
"I can race against time all I want"~I know this feeling, I am there!
Enjoyed this one!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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