"And though the race is over I will try / To reach that finish line before I die"
Finish Line Blues
When you are at the end where do you start?
When you have nothing left what do you use?
When the race is over should you still try
To reach that finish line before you die
Exercising futility to choose
To go down with dignity in your heart?
So many questions with answers so few
And if an answer comes it terrifies
Nobody cares about you except you
No matter how they seem to sympathize
I can feel my life bleeding out slowly
With precious little hope of getting through
This obstacle course of indignity
Which is not the race I entered at all
I can see death waiting impatiently
But I mean to make my mark where I fall
So I live alone with my loneliness
And a houseful of people who mean well
Not one of whom could ever know nor guess
That I am no longer there but in hell
Exercising futility I choose
To go down with dignity in my heart
And though the race is over I will try
To reach that finish line before I die
Though I am at the end still I will start
When you have nothing left what can you lose?
Steven,
Oh My This Tugs At My Heart!!
Your words are very emotive to express this journey. And even the fear of the end. I know what you mean by the aloneness & death just patiently waiting. We never thought of that when we were in our other years. We evolve with our wisdoms & age. Some with dignity & some without...
I was actually thinking about this sort of thing yesterday. I think of my life as era's & I told my daughters if I go to the dollar store in a micro mini skirt & high heels with a skimpy tank top & no bra on when I am in my 70's please take away my keys & ground me!!
I seen a woman do that about 4 years ago. (Oh My!)
aint it great how the end becomes the beginning? May i bow,curtsey,fall over,pick myself up again? :) I really liked this one Stevie -thanks for the read :o)
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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Oh My This Tugs At My Heart!!
Your words are very emotive to express this journey. And even the fear of the end. I know what you mean by the aloneness & death just patiently waiting. We never thought of that when we were in our other years. We evolve with our wisdoms & age. Some with dignity & some without...
I was actually thinking about this sort of thing yesterday. I think of my life as era's & I told my daughters if I go to the dollar store in a micro mini skirt & high heels with a skimpy tank top & no bra on when I am in my 70's please take away my keys & ground me!!
I seen a woman do that about 4 years ago. (Oh My!)
Embrasse'
Vickie
nochmals, .......Gottes Segen auf dein weeping heart! Jasmin Horst
(((HUGS))) love and prayer - do not give up, do not go down without a fight. There is always hope. ALWAYS. I know -
Karla.
Regis