Keith O.J. Hunt Poet Classicism

Voyage of Self Discovery

We are born ---
  we live, we die;
  and in between we gaze the aftermath of the gods...
  and the great shining stars at night ---
  with greater grip in old age than fleeting youth;

More fiercely we cling to ebbing mortality,
  as if there is more in elder years,
  and as a fledgling we only know a rising sun;
  for it never sets in first-time life,
  whilst excitement drifts like snow in later years,
  its coming appreciated all the more,
  like the end of a mystery movie nearing...
  
Was it good? ---
   or was it bad?

Will we ever see the credits?








***Meditations on Mortality***

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Anne-Lise Andresen March 10, 2018 at 2:33 PM - Regarding the last question, Keith ... nobody can answer that - I find this poem interesting and deep - In pain we are born to this earth ... and often we leave it in pain - hugs and lovely weekend // Anne-Lise :)

Jack Horne March 10, 2018 at 10:22 AM wow, love this write, with a great message too

Joseph P. DiMino March 6, 2018 at 9:03 PM Very positive and uplifting to us all people. Love it! restores my faith in youth.

Robert Lindley March 4, 2018 at 11:27 PM If blessed we will see eternity and the credits my friend. This gem has great depth, wisdom , beauty and superb flow.. You always deliver a gem. I stand in awe of your style and its likeness to the classic poetry o old.. A fav..

Darlene De Beaulieu March 3, 2018 at 8:57 PM Hello Keith, your poem is good.I like the way you describe things in your poem. Have a nice evening my friend. Keith O.J. Hunt March 4, 2018 at 11:09 AM Hope you have a good weekend Darlene, I'm fond of the ending in this one;-)

Eileen Manassian March 3, 2018 at 4:56 PM I found this very deep and touching. Reminds me of that poem by Dylan Thomas...Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night. One of my favorites. Will we see the credits? What a superb ending. I sure hope so. Blessings and thanks for your lovely visit to my Veil poem. Keith O.J. Hunt March 4, 2018 at 11:07 AM Thanks Eileen, I do like Dylan Thomas --- I haven't read that poem in a while; your Veil poem was a joy to read;-)