How strange it is that truth be told
that when we grow so very old
our concepts and our outlooks change
just like we are playing out a game
there are no sides no choice to make
there are no winners for anyone’s sake
it matters not how you were born
man or woman rich or poor
or how you lived the life you had
whether good or sometimes bad
or if you had a God on high
somewhere up there in the sky
or if you ate the proper food
and exercised when in the mood
or took long walks to try to stay fit
even when you would rather sit
making the effort to prolong your life
staying clear of trouble and strife
and yet one day you will wake up dead
with nothing more that can be said
that you tried to beat impossible odds
that no one before even your God
has been able to do though many have tried
and history has proved and has not lied
that Man’s time on this earth is limited to
a few score years we know is true
and no one likes the bottom line
even over the course of time
our lives are over in the blink of an eye
we hardly have time to say goodbye
before a new life takes our place
joining as part of the human race
to lead the life that we once just lived
and in our hearts we must forgive
as the human life is a fragile thing
before our spirits start to sing
to live out our time within the wind
blown gently by Nature as she takes us in
the bottom line the truth be told
we are no different as we behold
we are a part of what Nature provides
no different than others who preside
here on this Earth that we call home
for a short while until we are done.
As each time, I have enjoyed your meaningful words though they are on the sad side. Yet so very true! Difficult to understand by younger generation as they don’t think about death. I do, and am appreciative… For many more healthy years 🌹
I do not mean to be sad when I write this sort of poetry but at 81, it is nearer the top of my thinking than it ever was before. Thanks for your comments.
PS. Love the photo ❤️
Yes, it is beautiful but I didn’t take it. Found it on the web probably.
I’m not far behind you there. I try to stay prepared for my final steps as well. Hebrews 9 :27 tells us “it is appointed unto men once to die.” so I feel it is necessary for me to stay ready….Lot of meaning in your words…:)
Your Blog name sort of refers to being a little older. Geezer is not used much over here and in the UK, generally refers to an older person. Thanks for commenting.
I’m only 70 but I have been called an “old geezer” for some time now so the name for the blog came about from that. The skram is just my last name reversed. The rest came about rather naturally. Thanks for the comment…
Extremely interesting poem! 🙂
I stand with Walt Whitman (and death is nothing significant)… while Leaves of Grass is.
from W. Whitman:
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring’s invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.
Whitman says it much better than I can. I feel honored to be mentioned in the same sentence as Whitman…
beautiful poem, very interesting.
Thanks. Funny how the mind works…Thanks for the comment
Id be honoured if you’d check this out https://tanyatale.wordpress.com/2017/07/07/bridge-of-eternal-love/
That is a very interesting concept of life and death and well thought out. Me, I just believe that the human body is too fragile to live for much longer than 60-70 years (with exceptions) and then is plain worn out. Either way, yours or mine, the outcome is the same. Thanks for reading my blog and commenting.