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Mon 16 Jun, 2003 05:04 pm
DAY BY DAY
One day more is one day less
Twixt your birth and death
At the dawn
That awesome moment of your birth
You first begin as helpless life
As you grow you build your strength
Learn the skills so you survive
Schooldays, happy days
Set you up for future aims
Love and marriage
To the girl next door
Love and joy
Grief and heartache
Come what may you carry on
Bust your guts day by day
That job for life might disappear
Worry that you can't compete
Careers can fall on stony ground
You persevere day by day
And trust your luck you will survive
Money lasts just long enough
Children's laughter brings you smiles
Children's tears bring you pain
You hope that thru it all
You will survive
Three score years and ten
It was once said
Was the goal we aim for
Fall short
And people say, he was young
Poor old sod, he was no age
Overshoot
And they say, he had a long innings
But either way
You don't care
You fill a hole
In a plot of land
Pushing up daisies
Waiting for the Grim Reaper
Too hand you over to the Angels
Rest in peace.
That awesome moment of your death
Those that follow after may remember
But with passing time
It's out of sight
And
Out of mind
Gone for ever, ne'er to return
OAK, John,
No critique, just feeling the words. Some are born to sweet delight, others born to endless night. I happen to choose an understanding of the cycle of life, and in that insight a realization that there is a peace that passeth understanding.
Dear John and letty,
This is a special prose, with special meaning-
I just walked that 'minus mile', behind the hearse, carrying a loved one on his way, yesterday.
No way will he be forgotton.
I enjoy coming to read- but may not be back for awhile.
The two of you SHINE... you are both so inspirational.
love, j.
Jackie, thank you for your reply. You have the ability of saying a great deal in just a few words/sentences.
Funerals are difficult at any time. Not only the day itself but all those memories and visions swirling round your head.
I wrote it just a few days ago. As I get older, my mind drifts back to younger days and long forgotten things come to the surface.
This poem was part of that and it's a form of self cleansing.
I was inspired to write it by John Lennon's "In My Life" although the content and style are very different.
take care Jackie
love, john
Jackie, You are such a dear person. If this can be of comfort to you. someone once told me upon the loss of a loved one, that he would never forget, but that remembering was becoming easier.
Godspeed, Jackie, and don't you dare stay away too long.
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