my perception
all encompassing
as
i observe them
struggling
with the
blown out candles
and
passing time
wishing they had died
gloriously young
when all their dreams were
still possible
made a beautiful corpse
the question of impact
regarding the life’s work
the validity of the whole
we strive to write our words
with indelible ink
it matters not how great
individual deeds were
if your children cannot say
they were well loved
that is the true poverty
if you’re lucky you live
long
morphing
into a gnarled
wise
beloved oak
this is the why of it
my father died
when he was 44
how
i would have loved
to have had
the chance
to watch him
turn into
a
mean
old
fuck
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4 replies on “lamentation for youth”
totally dug this, what an ending
My how age changes our dreams.
For a very long time I so wanted a woman worth dying over, one I would gladly battle dragons just to kiss (though, indeed, being human always lusting for that kiss to go deep enough for conception).
These days, I’m hoping to find my Cindy (re Hayden Carruth) to grow old with.
I was surprised by the ending in a most delightful way.
I LOVE this!! Such truth here and the ending just rocks!
I wrote it four my exboyfriend who was turning 51 at the time. I felt so sad for him…I was trying to shift his perspective to just being grateful to be alive.