The Passing
By Malcholm Dark
Who are these babes that mothers hold
Petite and fragile, so many years to go?
They represent our
youth, we the old
Nature's replenishment, the living flow...
The passing!
--But with the passing truth is told,
the coming sunset the growing
old.
--O this pleasured thing, sometimes painful thing;
This
thing...
By name is life!
Who are these ageless ones
Hearts beat strong, so full
of life?
They are their fathers' sons
Who fall in love then
take a wife...
The passing!
--But with the passing truth is told,
the coming sunset,
the growing old.
--O this pleasured thing, sometimes painful thing;
This thing...
By name is life!
Who are these decrepit ones, so close
to demise
Withered health, with little left to collect?
They
are the knowlege we seek, the very wise
Teachers of our youth, fountains
of intellect...
The Passing
--But with the passing truth is told,
the coming
sunset, the growing old.
--O this pleasured thing, sometimes painful
thing;
This thing...
By name is life!
Waste not a single moment...
for
in that moment, we shall pass on.
Comments on "The Passing"
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A former member wrote:
i love this poem, it seems like a folktale about life...its well written XD. i agree with vorkian that the repeating quality of it really gets a point across, almost like a song
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A former member wrote:
When w are young we know not what we have until we grow old and it's gone. I like this very much the description and style. It has a less proffesional touch allowing you to connect well with younger readers.
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On Tuesday, May 11, 2010, Kittykat
(35) wrote:
It's too bad youth is wasted on the young.
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A former member wrote:
This was very telling and well thought out. I enjoyed it! Well done. =)
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On Friday, January 29, 2010, theXkevorkian
(64) wrote:
Excellent piece I like the repetiveness of it it really gets your point across .... Write On :)