At 12 when you’re treated so badly
In your teens not knowing love
In your dreams
What dreams
You can never sleep
I now pronounce you dead
At 18 you’re all alone
Rejected from college
Rejected from social life
Rejected by your own eyes
I now pronounce you dead
At 25 you’re working hard
Can’t sleep
Don’t want to open you eyes
Still the sun shines
I now pronounce you dead
At 30 you’re life is ahead of you
Afraid for your well being
With no strength to move forward
Still the world turns
I now pronounce you dead
At 40 with kids of your own
You’ve provided for them
And held them close
And still can’t feel
Your heart beating
I now pronounce you dead
At 50 in your birthday
Cursing the day you were born
As your wishing for your life to end
I now pronounce you dead
At 80 all alone
As you pushed your friend
And your own flesh and blood
In a chair crying as it dawns
I now pronounce you dead
At any age and time and space
Where we just wake up and sleep
Forgetting our hopes and dreams
We pronounce ourselves dead
When we are living but now actually living
When we are breathing but not taking deep breaths
When we are walking instead of dancing under the rain
We pronounce ourselves dead
When you wake up
Just to go back to sleep
When you work
Just to meet your daily needs
When you dream
Just to shut out reality
When you socialize
Just to pass time
Well...
I now pronounce you dead
Didacticism
Teach the 21st Century! A time for action not complacency.
This is a profoundly wise
This is a profoundly wise poem, and very dramatic. It reminds me of the great Poet, Wallace Stevens' comment that Life is more than just propositions about life, but most people live for the propositions and not for the Life itself. We must be fully engaged in life, both the good and the ill, in order to be alive; otherwise, we are merely puppets going through the motions and movements.
Starward