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

Date: 12/17/2015 2:23:00 AM

wow...what a wonderful write :))

Jack Horne

Date: 11/21/2015 3:49:00 PM

yes, you've said it all there, my friend - so true

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 11/5/2015 12:10:00 PM

- Lines with powerful desires - Wonderful written, Sara - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Laura Hay

Date: 11/5/2015 10:16:00 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

Date: 11/4/2015 8:02:00 PM

(but I am not dying to see great grandchildren NO WAY)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/4/2015 8:01:00 PM

oh my. a very deep one, SIX FEET UNDER. Sad and so true, Sara.

James Inman

Date: 11/4/2015 1:41:00 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

Date: 11/4/2015 7:56:00 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
Date: 11/4/2015 12:45:00 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 ...