Chair of Life
As I sit upon the tattered chair of life,
Contemplating my umbilicals.
I choose not to throw them out.
But rather, to embrace them,
Trace them,
Race them,
Face them.
Until the light of day once again,
Casts a shadow of me and my chair,
Across the room,
My womb,
My doom,
My tomb.
The chair is not a symbol of all that's,
Old and new. But a pedestal,
For a better view,
Of truth,
Of youth,
Of you.
And so I will ride this chair,
Until all my days are through.
Thinking of what you mean to me,
And what I mean to you.
Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull
7/18/04
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Wonderful Ron, thank you,
cynth'ya
Great pic.
Keep well.
Terrific example of bravery in the face of adversity .
God Bless you
Peter Paton
A first class poem with a splendid message that inspires ,and
that all should read!
*APPLAUSE* o, this is powerful--so deeply felt
affirming, positive, stunning in scope and meaning--defiant in the face of tragedy--yessssssss!!!!
a definate keeper for my "bad days"...and i think i have it rough...naaaah.
BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and thank you for touching my soul today, love, karla. :)
Such unselfish love for your sole/soul companion in this poem!!
Warm Love & HUGGS Tinka
Terrific write, as always! Well done, my friend!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D