All the Living


Death has waited too long

To win in fatal sport

Life is more of a sprint

Time is always short


Dawdled and dallied

The reaper running late

While I have fully lived

There is nothing left to take


I have gulped from life

Till stomach may burst

Drank more than a share

Bore no unsated thirst


I had seen grim hand

When I was but young

I could hear the ticking

Knew how game was won


So, knock when you must

I will greet you at the door

I have bested you, my friend

What all the living was for


13 Responses to “All the Living”
  1. beth says:

    it all goes so very fast

  2. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    “Ars longa, vita brevis” Such is our pilgrimage through this experience we call “life”, a misnomer I believe, as it implies that this is the only time we’ve “life”, when in truth…well, my truth…we are immortal. That was a lovely poem my friend! Great work and I really appreciate the message.
    All the best,

  3. Jim Borden says:

    well done, Brad! the importance of living life to the fullest…

  4. subversopus says:

    This is well evoked!! I see shades of Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop For Death”
    Great poem!!

  5. kristianw84 says:

    It is imperative that we live life to the fullest! Beautifully written, Brad!

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