Appreciation is the elixir of creation
A somebody
becomes just another
body
when the heart ceases and brain cells die...
one can't stand …
we all know why …
then someone says …
let the body lay prostrate and guys junior preside …
the body lies in State …
at any rate all pass by the once somebody …
now just a nobody
motionless simple body…
that's why all say …
some day
a lion… a rat and all humans
will just lie, side by side
in the underground so cold
well now by warming earth …
they may transform the genes to natural form
as plants grow once again …
on the soil
a newer generation may toil
seek to be the new blessed
somebody's sons ...
okay …now daughters too,
till they also become simple bodies …
not many but few…
till then we must sustain our life
in human vein
till in another imaginary heaven
silently equally we all reign
live amicably but peacefully
in no skins that did once contain
now float just like apparitions
flying around the universal domain..
free as eagles soaring
in the vast blue sky …
oh earth
goodbye..
Comments
I can appreciate...
the thought, that sooner or later, all will lie side-by-side on the funeral bier. No matter if you are rich or poor, royalty or parson-poor. You have made it clear, that we are all equal in the eyes of Dr. Death. ~ Geez.
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glad GEE
YOU appreciate it
Sometimes…
I have a tough time with your stuff and I have to read it a bunch of times with different rhythms and also voices. I always do find the timing I think. This one was easier so maybe I’m getting more familiar with your style or maybe this one is really well timed. I think it is both but more the latter. I stay very busy. I’m trying to catalogue 80 original songs in my recording studio and trying to write everyday too. The family life is busy! I still want to paint! Seriously tho well done and this is without question my favorite so far.
Tim
Seriously tho well done and this is without question my favorite
If any poet is understood by all then one is not a poet
THANKS FOR your views ....if you think you want to musify this ...you may
many pick up my poems and so do
poet You are a musician
I'm deaf..