i feel old - way-down-low deep-in-my-bones death-in-sight old - my feet march steadily from my birth towards the grave, following the path my ancestors paved long before me - i was born; i have lived and i will die just as they did ... the only thing is, i refuse to die without a fight: i stare death in his face and tell him i'm not coming yet; there's something important that i must do before i die: i take pen in hand and scribe my progress along the way, so the ones who follow won't be surprised by the journey.
Tell, it, my friend!! Keep fighting the good fight!! I will too!! Lately, age has been forcing its way into my mind. . .via my bones and joints, sneaky such-'n'-so. . .guess that happens after you hit 70. NOT important. We will keep aGOin', even after our 'git-up' has gone the way of our teeth!! What is Texan for durn-tootin' ??
Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2005
Karla, I also have really been enjopying your work even more these days. I know you are in the south and i pray you are okay.
I haven't heard from you in a short while. please don't be a stranger.
peace',
rich criso
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2005
Karla, this is an excellent piece clearly illustrating that ones journey must always be well documented, in order for those who are to follow, hopefully will choose the right path. This reminds me of my poem I had posted earlier titled: “Carvers Of Stone.” After all, we are “the keepers of time and carvers of stone.” I enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing it. Take good care and be well.
Wow! Masterful write Karla! with your indomitable will methinks even death will feel your fury if it ever tries to take you before your time;-) WEll done!
When two men hit the reset button and decide to go out looking for the good in the world, they not only find it but also a lot more.
P.S. The title is listed on Amazon under Look for Something Good by Robert Drews (not by Robert H. Drews)
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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Beautiful, inspiring work; you are really coming along! BRAVA! Long may you soar, and long may your Northern Lights shine!! Brilliant!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
This is good Karla!
I haven't heard from you in a short while. please don't be a stranger.
peace',
rich criso
Eileen
Carmen :-)
Felix
Reindeer
Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh....JERRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...your font is contagious...okayy!! OKAY JUST JOKING!!
Love Tinka
Keep the scribing flowing
I enjoy reading your poetry, Karla
love and peace
Huda