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Soon my "Is" will turn to "Was" Going stale in time’s larder The pains, the joys, even the cross, All I bore climbing life’s ladder They become one forgotten cause. And my "Was" will be another’s "Is", An endless spring to wet his thirst And extend to him a soothing kiss With knowledge to fill his chest So his path he’ll never miss. Yes my story'll burn ever bright And though ‘twill become "his-story", It'll echo in countless hearts For I'll become a mystery To haunt their thoughts day and night!
kai! That last verse killed it o!!! Nice one, edy
Very nice poem…but the first verse contradicts the second and third. In the first verse you say your ‘was’ would become ‘stale’ in time’s larder. How then does it become
@ Chemo…I was playing with words…”IS” represents the present, “WAS” represents the past. Since I would be dead, no more would people say he “Is” a great man; instead it would be “he WAS a great man”. Though I would be dead, my deeds would inspire those still living-those who look beneath the surface (Lol).
Very nice poem…but the first verse contradicts the second and third. In the first verse you say your ‘was’ would become ‘stale’ in time’s larder. How then does it suddenly become an ‘endless spring’ in verse two?
And ‘knowledge to fill his chest….’ thought knowledge is connected with the brain and emotion with the heart (chest).
Overall, I like the images you created and the choice of words you used to evoke them. Nice one
the title of the poem is changes; my understanding of it is that she’s stating the ever-shifting sands of time; even within the poem.
@ Seun, U got it right.
@ Chemo “knowledge to fill his chest…” just maintaining the rhyme U know (Lol)
Haunt?
Why haunt?
Real nice still.
I enjoyed this one. Thanks.
I think it’s real nice.
Thanks y’all. keep the comments coming. I appreciate you all.
It’s good to keep the spirits up, well done.