Why must life be so short,
And time so dear?
What if one lived for longer?
No longer death feared.
To be a killer,
To be a king,
To be a hero,
with waxen wings!
To be a laborer,
To be a lord,
To be feared and respected,
Commanding great hordes.
To be successful,
Oh, to have fame!
To be loved and admired
To honor my name.
To live a thousand lifetimes,
And still to be young!
How sweet that might taste
If death were undone.
You're such a fantastic poet!
You're such a fantastic poet! Your logic and uncommon set of intelligence mixed with your way with words creates gorgeous poetry.
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Holey Smoley!!! So much praise... it's hard to digest it all. Thank you sooooooooooooo VERY much for all of your comments! It means a lot to me
Thank you. This reminded me
Thank you. This reminded me of my days in high school, when I would drive up to the canyon contemplating life while looking up at the stars.
Beautiful and honest
Live Long And . . .
Poet. The world is harsh enough without contemplating when, that of course has relavance, how may be a point to consider, not when. I wonder what 90 will feel like. 100. - Be well, LOL and Hugz - Lady A