time is so fleeting
one day you are young,
the next you are old
unless you become famous,
a hundred years from now
no one will remember you
your struggles and triumphs
will be buried under decades
your name will be forgotten
as you walk your path
you'll have times of darkness
sorrow so all-consuming
it feels like your heart
has burned to ashes
but there will be joy
perfect joy in your God
joy in just being alive
learning to be joyful for
the love surrounding you
a hundred years from now
you will have moved beyond
the slander and the wounds
none of it will matter at all
a short century from now
a hundred years from now
your failures will be
forgotten in the earth
along with your victories
and the many sacrifices
you made for others
no one will remember you
with compassion, love or hate
so be compassionate to yourself
I don't know how I missed this poignant poem. Filled with truth.
You're right about being remembered. I have no children, no grandchildren to remember me in the immediate future. All of my students have probably forgotten me except for a few that I'm grateful for already in this lifetime.
It is only through my books that may be picked up on the Internet someday will I be remembered. By that time, they will be dated and passé. One of the paperbacks in a box in some attic as a relic and the reader wondering who this author was.
Thanks for this beautiful and truthful poem, dear La Belle Rouge! It's a reminder of the importance of kindness and love (even for ourselves) while we are alive. A much-needed message indeed.
I LOVE THIS LA BELLE, THANK YOU SO MUCH. INDEED IT'S ALL ABOUT LOVE...FIRST GOD, THEN OURSELVES AND THEN OTHERS. AND YOU ARE SO RIGHT, A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW OF ALL THE 'STUFF' THAT DAMPENS OUR HAPPINESS TODAY,'NOTHING' WILL REMAIN ...ONLY THE WORD OF GOD WILL STAND FOREVER. AMEN. THIS IS A KEEPER. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
It all begins with ourselves, and yes we ought to show compassion to the soul in us, for it the only thing that matters most. Thank you for sharing, your talent today Ma belle :)
I do good for others because I feel good for doing so. Some of whom I had helped did not take a century to forget, but that is okay because it made me feel happy that I was able to help others.
Sometimes, we are our own enemies. I grew up thinking that no one cares about me. I also had weak moments in life when I thought my life wasn't worth living, but now I realized those thoughts may only have been my own imagination. After I got this COVID thing almost every one of my relatives has come forward with their love and caring for me, including those whom I had not seen in decades. I also have met some caring new friends in the Rehabilitation Centre who handmade a card to give to me to tell me they are my friends. Suddenly, I found myself thinking that life wasn't at all like what I had imagined. A lot of people do and did care, but perhaps we all have different lives and sometimes our responsibilities to life would distant us away from others. Everyone has a struggle within that we don't know about. I am now more at peace with myself and I thank God every day for my survival.
It’s said that we are our own worst critics and that is true. With affirmations of love and kindness we can learn to show ourselfs the same empathy we show others. Well written.
Reviewed by JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on April 5, 2023
Loved, Loved, LOVED this beauty of a gem. It's beautiful to think if the Lord is the Lord of us we have nothing to fear and in love there is no fear. I know your a voice in the wilderness trying to get others to wake up and realize wisdom while we still are standing. Your muse is so glorious today
You have presented so many things to think about. My wife and I turned 79 in December. There has been a dramatic change in both of us. It is as though we have suddenly become old. Neither of us felt this way before 79. Our sons, grandsons, and daughter-in-law all treat us as if we might break easily. But it’s like you said, a hundred years from now, the troubles and triumphs we are experiencing will all be forgotten, just like we have no knowledge of what people who lived 100 years ago experienced. And so these thoughts and more continue throughout your poem, giving us so many things to mull over. Thank you.
Such wisdom and reality in your words. You are right that time erases all but a very few. It is why I love being a writer for we leave behind a piece of us that could live forever. At least at least I hope for a hundred years...
Well done,
Fee
A sobering insight, Susan. An element of truth though. As I see it, a hundred years from now, humanity will be well past Daniel's 70th Week, and decades into the Kingdom Age. Peace... r
This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
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You're right about being remembered. I have no children, no grandchildren to remember me in the immediate future. All of my students have probably forgotten me except for a few that I'm grateful for already in this lifetime.
It is only through my books that may be picked up on the Internet someday will I be remembered. By that time, they will be dated and passé. One of the paperbacks in a box in some attic as a relic and the reader wondering who this author was.
Ron
Thank you,
Steve
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Thanks for this beautiful and truthful poem, dear La Belle Rouge! It's a reminder of the importance of kindness and love (even for ourselves) while we are alive. A much-needed message indeed.
Betty Jo Tucker
Sometimes, we are our own enemies. I grew up thinking that no one cares about me. I also had weak moments in life when I thought my life wasn't worth living, but now I realized those thoughts may only have been my own imagination. After I got this COVID thing almost every one of my relatives has come forward with their love and caring for me, including those whom I had not seen in decades. I also have met some caring new friends in the Rehabilitation Centre who handmade a card to give to me to tell me they are my friends. Suddenly, I found myself thinking that life wasn't at all like what I had imagined. A lot of people do and did care, but perhaps we all have different lives and sometimes our responsibilities to life would distant us away from others. Everyone has a struggle within that we don't know about. I am now more at peace with myself and I thank God every day for my survival.
Sandie
You have presented so many things to think about. My wife and I turned 79 in December. There has been a dramatic change in both of us. It is as though we have suddenly become old. Neither of us felt this way before 79. Our sons, grandsons, and daughter-in-law all treat us as if we might break easily. But it’s like you said, a hundred years from now, the troubles and triumphs we are experiencing will all be forgotten, just like we have no knowledge of what people who lived 100 years ago experienced. And so these thoughts and more continue throughout your poem, giving us so many things to mull over. Thank you.
Well done,
Fee