Mortality
The list of things to live for
shortens with age. The list of regrets
lengthens. A life is your space and time
and you recognize-- its boundary
approaches faster and faster.
All you might have done expands
beyond imagination and into that
scope and breadth you stare,
bewildered by the pastness of the past.
shortens with age. The list of regrets
lengthens. A life is your space and time
and you recognize-- its boundary
approaches faster and faster.
All you might have done expands
beyond imagination and into that
scope and breadth you stare,
bewildered by the pastness of the past.
"the pastness of the past."
Beautiful poem.
"the pastness of the past" Chilling
Bewildered indeed. *
Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Beate.
Nice writing, Gary *
Thank you, Foster.
What would life be like if we didn't know about the end?*
Thank you, Tim.
*, Gary. The story of life told honestly via short. nine line verse. Fine poetry,
Thank you, David.
What everybody said. Also love "stare."
'The list of things to live for
shortens with age. The list of regrets
lengthens.'
Yep. I love this, Gary
Thank you, Dianne.
Thank you, Ellie.
Wow...
Thank you, Kitty.
I like the tightness of the form: 3-3-3. Also, it has somewhat of a future, present, past structure to line up with the three tercets.
You said it. Very well.