In Cesar’s day, 2,065 years ago,
life expectancy was 30 years.
By 1840, life expectancy was 35 years.
That’s a 5 year improvement in 2000 years.
During those years, people had clean water,
zero air pollution and all natural food.
Life expectancy today is 79 years.
Science matters, people.
Don’t let stupid people’s ‘opinions’ replace it.
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A song for this:
A Little Less Conversation (JXL Radio Edit Remix) by Elvis Presley & JXL
Life, full of one's expectations
Edge to which one thrives survival
In our minds, we are taught mortality
A way of life, sense into the beyond journey
Path to which desire rules emotions
To love another, goal of dream's reality
We all expect to live right old age
Many dying even early days we shovel dirt
Our life's expectancy, the riches to heaven
The greed of man's soul to conquer
His heart as wicked as the words he speak
As a child it all looks wonderfully enchanted
Price we pay cause we wanted to grow up
Be like others, live wild and free
We always hold a standard amongst ourselves
A way of being, doing things right way
So why do we detour our agenda to growth
That even in ourselves we kill the spirit
That to which give breath you turn evil
Society forsaken all belief to birth
Is it us we wake or impersonation we follow
Not so much our role model we walk
But time's past, history foresee before time
Life's expectancy, only death be certain
Every year since she was ten
She dreamed of the day
She’d be old enough
To count down to ten
And share a kiss into the new year.
Her first time away from family
And hope is a warmth in her chest.
Will this finally be the day
She goes into the new year
With her dream fulfilled?
On the couch with credits rolling,
The clock has struck 12
And her heart is tense.
Her chest sinks in discomfort.
No countdown into the new year.
She answers the family video call
Where all scream happy new year.
He mouths happy new year
And leaves her to them.
Soft disappointment is met
At the missed opportunity
Of a shared kiss
With the one man she thought
Was the answer to everything.
Another year without that moment.
Once again, her dream is unmet.
How long will she wait
For it to be met?
How long until she kisses someone at midnight,
Their lips meeting into the new year...
>center>LIFE EXPECTANCY
Every time you have sex, so the experts say,
You shorten your life by ten minutes.
I used to think it was worth the risk;
There was probably nothing in it.
But now I’m old and the end is in sight,
I don’t even kiss, just in case they’re right.
27th May 2022
Bite Size Poem No. 45 Contest
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
Life Expectancy Of An Egg
(An Oval Precaution)
Three minute eggs are soft
Hard boiled takes longer
Scrambled seem unjustly beaten
Fried is better on the flip
Sunny side ups are cracked up
All smiles in yellow and white
Poached take five minutes to simmer
Seems forever but what is the rush?
Nothing lasts forever
Liberal women have the fastest eggs
Fertilized then removed in seconds
Not always on the menu
But always on the agenda
Faster than you can say pregnant
Or Eggs Benedict's are complicated
Another day with those from past
Another look
Another word
Take an image
Become another.
It's not you they want
You don't fit the bill.
Without a payment they desire possession
Ownership comes at a cost to others
But at no cost to the possessor.
Thoughts and impressions based on desires
Desires born out of images planted
Truth has been corrupted
Reality is no more
A dream has replaced reality
The eyes can no longer see
And the mind conceives only dreams.
The whip comes out
It's disguised as reason
Words come forth as bitterness
Sweet comfort is found in sarcasm.
Possession comes at a price
The expense is born by others
It must be paid!
Demands are made and they MUST be met!
Love exists with her hostile neighbours
Confusion through bitter-sweet
Draw from the well both fresh and salt water
And bring forth from rivers both life and death!
EXPECTANCY
deceptive the moon
half-shadowed in cold night sky
~ expectant wolf howls
7/12/2017
Second, minute, hour, day, month, year
Our life is rounding here
Just a watch shows us
Time passes,
Our figure tells us
Life passes,
Our generations wait
For the moment,
Our expectancy finishes, therefore,
One day all will see we are no more.
I shought a beam
And u gave light sockdolager
glare of full brightness
And gave a magic thunder
how the donative tolerate
Alaborate aura
Hallucination of miraj
And garando of frost feasta?
No remain honey ford
and gave a pioneer cockcraw
A mind erodes
Each day more,
Further down roads
Never been before.
A heart explodes
Early one morning,
Before life corrodes,
Left without warning.
There’s no choice
How we go.
Remember to rejoice,
You never know.
the push to be
productive,
the measurement of
oneself by standards set up
prior to the obligatory feeling
making one do so,
the absence of
patting on the back
(replaced with the constant
beating---pick a tool of
self-abuse),
the will to be what others
want for a quicker way to the
top,
the destruction of what had been
happiness for the possibility of
security &
safety---
all in the name of
what is
expected,
as a “fully functioning,”
&
“law-abiding”
citizen.
has it been worth it?
The life of a ship
depends on how you build it.
Strive for perfection.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
05-24-2012
"Only ONE life to live"
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