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The Last Train The Last Train All by myself, I walk 2 the train I must go, I can't remain Each step and turn 2 look back From where I came, and on which track Now I must go, on my own Fearful, I must go alone Must not not forget what got me here Thinking, what awaits me there I contemplate the meaning of life Leaving behind the toil and strife My judgments of others.. that now judge me Was my life.. what it was meant to be? And yet there are joys to realize The smile that happens in one's eyes The tingle sensation, that says so much From a feeling of just being “touched”. Then look to see... if someone's near Before all the tracks disappear Is someone there to say goodbye? To say I really lived, Before I die? |
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Death is Rarely on Time I know not when death will come No banshee cry or knock on the door It creeps and crawls, a steady hum upon the stoop, beneath the floor A future, I can not reverse nor prepare myself, with dying fear A calling that comes so perverse When it whispers "someday is near" The final bell must always toll An indeterminate fate of my misgiving Yet death comes early, to achieve it's goal. In life, when I choose to stop living
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Hi - are you ok?
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Hi - are you ok? So, I'm still interested in what other people have to say.. so I read some of the blog.. but no longer wish to write my own. I have got about 100 poems posted here scattered through the years..so I'm re-reading them and re-posting them. I'm not sick..I'm temporarily not dying yet...Instead of disconnecting .. I am trying plugin.. I want to thank you and rocket for responding..that's enough for me to continue posting my poems..
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