I wish I could escape from this life
With my pain and grief taken away
To breathe again the scent of musk
To be happy on a summer's day
Where the sun would shine from morn to dusk
Lightening my life in every way
How can we distill the meaning of life?
Old age means time's drawing to an end
Courteously sending brain one last kiss
With grace sends my senses round the bend
As my mind now thinks all is amiss
The light is now fading, I am on my way
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That's so beautiful! And, really, not morbid at all (in reference to your comment on my blog), since the narrator's wish in the beginning was granted. I believe it's a release from the pain and grief when that light fades.
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ReplyDeleteStrangely enough, I find comfort in this poem. No doubt it's because I too am on my way, and I'm curious about what might be round the bend.
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