Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

Dying

Dampened, gray, weighty day waiting
Students emerge from school
Baby faces but nearly grown
Men and women life fuel

Just a few years back in grade school
Time has past slowly but fast
The days, hours, minutes, seconds gone
In hurrying miscast

Dying to graduate high school
Dying to marry him
Dying to have children like him
Dying to fulfill a whim

Dying to get children settled
Dying to enjoy grandchildren
Dying to see great grandchildren
Dying to live again

But just dying when living life
Came to a halt, so slow
Time to enjoy each day buried
Buried six feet under so___  

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Punnia Viswan Bhatia December 17, 2015 at 2:23 AM wow...what a wonderful write :))

Jack Horne November 21, 2015 at 3:49 PM yes, you've said it all there, my friend - so true

Anne-Lise Andresen November 5, 2015 at 12:10 PM - Lines with powerful desires - Wonderful written, Sara - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Laura Hay November 5, 2015 at 10:16 AM Yip very true Sara, many wish for this and that to happen, and its good to have something to look forward to, but at the same time it begs the question does this in turn speed up our lives and in a blink of an eye its over, Warm regards, Laura.

Andrea Dietrich November 4, 2015 at 8:02 PM (but I am not dying to see great grandchildren NO WAY)

Andrea Dietrich November 4, 2015 at 8:01 PM oh my. a very deep one, SIX FEET UNDER. Sad and so true, Sara.

James Inman November 4, 2015 at 1:41 PM Very nice Sara. Reminds me of how we are always wishing our lives away-wish this day would end, wish Christmas would get here, wish I was 18, etc.

James Marshall Goff November 4, 2015 at 7:56 AM geez Sara....I understand the angst in this honest poem....now, the reader (me!) instinctly wants to make everything ok for the writer, however, the reader (still me!) also understands this writer just let's fly subconscious feelings not always resembling this writers reality! it's called "the art of poetry" especially enjoyed the cataclysmic speed in which the rapid passing of time (here called dying) accelerates with each line, another fine work, my friend! jimmy Sara Kendrick November 4, 2015 at 12:45 PM James, I am delighted that you stopped by and chose this one to read..I started writing this one day while waiting for Caleb at school..He is in his junior year of high school and almost ready to get driver's license but not quite there..My brain started thinking then the next day the rest of the poem came to me..Sara..Will soup mail you ...