I who once had antiscipation on my open-field team
Was striven by the occupational of hopes and dreams;
To pen the greatful musings and other healing songs
Of a boy home who could not be followed by wrongs.
Once found shelter even in oblivious sadnesses tunes
Scriptures could have beens to quash the unruly runes;
Whos fated tears were shed by playground knocks
Not yet fears of dams built would bust the locks.
No battle could be lost with a painted well strung bow
You my youth beside and before me did fly by the arrow;
As i have grown knarled and boughed i forget my fletchings design
That the heaven, spirit and child, devine was all fond of the climb.
This age was not the quick wisdoms had, this frame no longer of the lad,
Lessons with torturous speed deformed, more than the mere feature lag.
But once more did school become the necessity fraternity
That i found quickly i am ill prepared for a lasting eternity.
I wondered to far and long along deaths roads and skewers;
That once deceased one could be freed form all mortal sewers.
How death then became a shoulderless burden? i am finding i ask,
Answereing my sagacity with a grin, that it is life wearing the mask
Life is the only thing with a past,
Death the only thing that cannot last.
I wrote this this evening and want to make more of it so may come back in a while to change it.
So if you like it at all check in on it from time to time, it may be brand new the next time you read it.
Do you think the ending might be better;
'That LIFE is the only thing that cannot last,'?
and i know it is a completely differnet ending but what if;
'Death is the only thing that WILL out last'?
maybe 'surpass' somewhere?
Thanks for your time eyes and mind.
I wont thank you for your heart until you give it.