This Life
Soft lines on my face carving deeper, I age
A tale of my years as I stare blank and dismayed
Eyes alive and expressive, so much youth held within
Yet the softness and creases scream my years when I grin
Bones that do creak, maybe now just a little
Tells a story of how these great bones will soon brittle
Memories of past years, I haven’t lived life to the fullest
I have a yearning it screams loud “go travel, be a tourist.”
I scream STOP please relax, take a breath, 1, 2, 3
Who am I kidding I’ve plenty of good years still in me
I gaze up and afar as I look past the night stars
yes this life may be short but I can still take it far
My eyes may be dim and my hair soon will silver
But there’s no way I’ll leave this life as a quiver
I’ll grab all and explore , as much as I can
Ill mediate, Ill dance, Ill sing loud with the band
Ill caress all my lines and my creaking old bones
Yes my life always full, I am never alone
I have love , great friends and natures skies of so blue
A strong loving heart and some quirkiness too
I’ll live life , yes I will
and then I will leave with a bang….
I know those lives I have touched
will surely whisper my name.
Copyright © Corrina Leblond | Year Posted 2016
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