All the Living
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 14, 2020 · 13 Comments
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Death has waited too long
To win in fatal sport
Life is more of a sprint
Time is always short
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Dawdled and dallied
The reaper running late
While I have fully lived
There is nothing left to take
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I have gulped from life
Till stomach may burst
Drank more than a share
Bore no unsated thirst
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I had seen grim hand
When I was but young
I could hear the ticking
Knew how game was won
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So, knock when you must
I will greet you at the door
I have bested you, my friend
What all the living was for
~~~
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
Brevity of life
Thank you Athira 🙏
My pleasure
it all goes so very fast
The blink of an eye…Thanks for reading Beth!
“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,
F.
Thank you brother!
well done, Brad! the importance of living life to the fullest…
Thank you, Jim!
This is well evoked!! I see shades of Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop For Death”
Great poem!!
Thank you kindly Subversopus! Kind of you to say.
It is imperative that we live life to the fullest! Beautifully written, Brad!
Thank you, dear friend!