Monday, May 9, 2011

Untitled Poem # 21

He felt so old and fulfilled
Very much fulfilled in fact
Yet so alive
How can life lose
Its meaning all of a sudden?
How can one reconcile
Such a paradox
Of a completed life
To that of an empty
Well-understood patterns
Intricate patterns
So familiar
So commonly called life…
How can one be so eagerly
Waiting, anticipating
Of gravediggers
And old churchyards
Turned into
Yes…how can one talk
So freely of death?
Ahh… at his stage
Death is no longer a mystery
But just another clumsy step…

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