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Deathbed Lament of an Everyday Person

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Deathbed Lament of an Everyday Person

So! This is what it’s all about,
to think that the next time I
close my eyes, will be the last
time on this pretentious earth.
I’ve often wondered about this
particular time, this waiting for
the final countdown. God! Life’s
past by so quickly, here I am,
my ancient body withering away,
yet my brain so alive so active,
with vivid pages of my mind
constantly turning to any chapter
in any sequence at will.
Then I wonder why; what’s life
about, asking no doubt the same
questions as millions before me,
Why? Yes why, the great secret
being of course nobody knows,
only guessing that’s what the
powers of this earth have to
submit to, simple speculation.
I suppose I’m one of the lucky
ones, being able to die this way,
my rapid thoughts tell me. “It’s the
waiting for it to happen, that’s the
hard part, but then I spare a
thought for them that leave us in
more tragic circumstances, the very
young, with no time at all to express.
I wonder if I’ll see all my
relations, also all of the old
faithful I have raised, not
forgetting the odd budgie. Do
hope there is not a choir, never
could stand young lads screeching
away, offending my ears in some
sort of foreign language.
Hope it is not crowded, after all
a few billion have gone before
me, maybe I’ll have no earthly
form, only a memory floating in
a tiny bubble, with the power
only to think, without the ability
to touch or feel, without the need
of sex or other carnal pursuits.
Can’t say I have ever harmed
anyone, or stolen from anyone
who could not afford to lose
the meager pickings of my
deceitfulness, but then it is
easy to offend ones fellow
man without knowing."Sorry
I have no time to expiate.”
My goodness! Death’s a great
leveler, I’ve never thought of it
this way, no matter what political
system one believes in, where as one
is white, black, yellow or brown.
catholic, protestant, Jew or 
unbeliever, death is final for us
all, we all go the same way.
It’s got to be God’s experiment,
with life being played in stages,
each one different from the other,
neither better nor worst according to
the almighty script. But serene
beauty, no wars or conflict I
cannot envisage, the human
element would see to that.
No! I cannot imagine a life of
angels singing, rock groups playing,
or every dead person’s wish being
fortuitously played out, after all
earth has Satan, who knows what the
next world as to offer in temptation,
dictators, two faced politicians, hard
up vicars, no doubt they’ll all be there!
My major weakness! In this life is
my inability to make one’s mind up,
but in this instance I feel I don’t have
much choice, in fact I’m bloody sure
I don’t have a choice. But alas lovely
earth with the eve of the day now
melting into the eve of my life,
I warm to the inevitable…………

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  1. Date: 1/15/2013 3:43:00 PM
    A lot to ponder! I don't know if I could warm to it but I would like to be ready when she arrives.

  1. Date: 12/10/2012 2:13:00 PM
    Wow that's some thought provoking writing and a bang up ending! Light & Love

  1. Date: 12/3/2012 9:45:00 AM
    It's the near about a brief story of the inner consciousness of Universal body. Loved because my sweet friend sweet always. Loved always, bl

  1. Date: 11/30/2012 9:21:00 PM
    Harry; This is a great poem, from start to finish. Smile - tomorrow is a new day. Lucilla

  1. Date: 11/30/2012 4:48:00 PM
    Harry, I just read all your comments to me today . Thanks for reading so many of my older poems. And the newer ones as well. I need to make dinner soon. But I sure hope I can stumble on a few of your oldies to read first! Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 11/29/2012 12:48:00 AM
    This is a brilliant conceptual poem, 'arry! Aye, so much going on, and yet I was swept-up by the sequential though-processes that any person could have going through their head at such a time. Well, now I have a touch of angst to smooth-out after reading this poem haha!

    horsman Avatar harry horsman
    Date: 11/29/2012 1:48:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    i wrote this awhle ago Chris, had nothing to do, laying in my bed after my heart attack, it was a whole new scary world....
  1. Date: 11/28/2012 1:11:00 PM
    An everyday person, that's what we all are. No matter the status or if we're a star. You made that point clearly for all to adhere. You wrote a hell of a poem, now you deserve a beer. :)

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 4:57:00 PM
    Harry thanks for your comments today. I am scrambling to catch up with the rest of my comments from today. Going to the gym soon. Yes, all us oldies should remember sonny and cher!!!

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 3:27:00 PM
    Harry, this thought process is genius, self effacing, and says so much about what most of us would think---very thought provoking!! BTW thanks for my placement in your contest

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 7:28:00 AM
    This touched me deeply..The years are creeping up, and can relate to the thoughts you express..well done. BG

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 2:01:00 AM
    Wow what a brilliant write there is so much in here that could be discussed for hours, each stanza in a class on it's own. xx

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  1. Date: 11/26/2012 5:28:00 PM
    Interesting thoughts about death and what could happen at the end or did it happen to you and then you were spared?..Enjoyed reading this eve..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 4:22:00 PM
    Hey hey Harry, today I took the time to read your poem, I liked it! Big hug Laila

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 2:58:00 PM
    I so hope you are not right on your stanza IX. I do not care about choirs or politicians or vicars either! and I sure hope there are no more evil temptations when we die. You ended this really well. the inabilty to make up one's mind blending into the inevitable of which you have NO choice but to warm to it! awesome, Harry.

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 2:56:00 PM
    what an amazingly thoughtful poem, Harry. You have very cleverly crafted this one into its various stanzas. My feelings as I read some of them: when you wrote of no touching in the next life. I sure hope you are wrong on that one. Can you imagine God not letting us have our same abilities we enjoy so much on this earth: taste, touch, sound, etc. I like to think we have the sense speaking with our mind as well! and teleportation. Love VII: death as the great leveler. continued....

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 1:13:00 PM
    This relays a lot of my own feelings from time to time. As we age and get closer to our golden years it seems to be pushed in the front of our thoughts. Well written my friend !!

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 12:58:00 PM
    Wow thats one arthon read Owen but well worth the time ..... Seren

    Roberts Avatar Seren Roberts
    Date: 11/26/2012 12:59:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Cant type either. Marathon I meant . Oops.
  1. Date: 11/26/2012 10:51:00 AM
    Harry, this is one hell of a journey,I love this and i'd like to see inside your head....David

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 10:22:00 AM
    Hi Harry wow what a write, i can sort of agree with the young ones dieing without time to express thereselves my grandson died 5 years ago aged thirteen and did not have the chance, this has touched me in a very personal way well done my friend, all the best Owen