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I look inside my photo album
seeing fading photographs in black and white.
There is one of me riding on a trike.
Oh, there’s another. Gosh, I look a fright.
My front teeth have two spaces
where some new teeth soon would grow.
I look so plain with hair cropped short.
Oh, the things back then I did not know!
Things about my future, my children and my spouse.
How innocent I was – life was still brand new.
These photographs – like me back then – did not use to be
worn with age; they were photos I could clearly see.
Here’s one of my father. Mental illness stole his joy.
That’s why he looks sad.
Mother had to leave him; back to the farm she went.
He was the dad I never really had.
Here’s one of my sisters (we four the Miller girls),
and the eldest one am I.
Like this picture, we are also fading.
Who will be the first of us to die?
That’s a question I would not have pondered
in my fresh and younger days.
The path ahead of us which seemed long
is now for all of us in autumn’s phase.
And here’s a photo of my red-haired stepbrother.
I loved him so; his name was Dale.
Only the good die young, and he was very good.
We lost dear Dale -he’s now beyond the veil.
Fading photographs like most of these
still have a lot of time to last.
I wonder if anyone will ever view them
long after I and those I love have passed.
Kicking through the fallen leaves of a lifetime's memories
'live large' comes to mind and to quote the same old lines
seize the day and make hay while the sun still shines
tho' only the good die young
don't think the bad survive
when on high the end is nigh truth be told young and old
no one gets out of here alive
watching the wake I left behind through calm and stormy seas
'live wide' occurs to me not to choose the same old lot
carpe diem and then strike while the iron is yet hot
for when our time has come
let's hope we made the most
then bingo it's time to go our number's called
the rug is pulled no one escapes yes we're all toast
and wherever on this earth we roam
to the place of our birth we'll return
make no mistake you'll learn
we all take the Low Road home
"And now, the end is near...Time to face...The final curtain."
"Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking..."
"We'll meet again...Don't know where.. Don't know when."
"Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come."
"Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something."
"Little Boy" .. "Fat Man".. "Enola Gay".. "Bockscar"
"What we've got here is failure to communicate."
"Cowards die many times before their deaths."
"You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you."
"Thus with a kiss I die.".. "O happy dagger!"
"A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!"
"Pardon me, sir. I did not do it on purpose."
"Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door."
"Always Look on the Bright Side of Life"
"Applaud, friends, the comedy is over."
"Fear no more the heat o' the sun…"
"Hello darkness, my old friend."
"To sleep, perchance to dream."
"Parting is such sweet sorrow"
"Are there anymore lifeboats?"
"Three score years and ten"
"To die, to sleep— No more."
"Only the good die young."
"Touché! Allez! À vous!"
"The ripcord is jammed"
"One more for the road"
"Out, out, brief candle!"
"To be, or not to be…"
"The rest is silence."
"Lay on, Macduff…"
"It's hot.. Very hot.."
"Times' Up Buddy"
"Et tu, Brute?"
"On the rocks"
"Such is life"
"THE END"
The soul is a funny thing the mind a curious thing the heart a powerful thing
together you would think they would make the most perfect of things but
though I have seen moments of pure glorious, beautiful shining perfection
the hours days and months are dominated by monsters alive and well inside
all of us
I can't pretend to be perfect my life was great until it wasn't and I had my share
of bad decisions to make however I always tried to put out good for any bad
put toward me which in true irony brought a lot of hate toward me and that
for a long time weighed on me along with the habits my decisions made
Then I look at the circumstances around these habits and they seem almost
acceptable because those of us who keep are monsters in check or have managed
to only have a secret to hide and not a demon to incarcerate in our soul space
can't understand things that they learn and see as reality we don't fit in, we feel
too much hurt to easy and often leave the world by means chosen freely
that is another way "only the good die young" is used accurately
Now no one who reads this will think they are being referred to, understandably,
but though that is true it is also false because everyone has the hole opened
up at some point in their life where pain suffering or just the lack of diplomacy
manages to rip you open, and you lose some of that naivety and refill it with anger
and negativity that you put out into the world to grow eventually it explodes into
reality rather its still with you is of no matter it is you either way and you cause what
you let hurt you to begin with a cycle that never ends
The Heart, Mind and Soul built through experience in life and learning through strife
so the negativity you let get to you and you don't hold and turn into positivity
contributes to the life experience of others including me so every time you let
that negativity go remember it changes the entire world in that moment you
made the world so desperatly seeking light a little darker and your soul a little light.
yes indeed life is not fair
why would the end be any different
we lose the people we love most
it breaks our heart and
shatters it in a million pieces
oh what a void it leaves
only the good die young
imagine if death was fair
some kind of logical exit strategy
we could wrap our head around
something we could accept
at least vaguely understand
but that will never be
oh no ~ only the good die young
while others freely roam the earth
miserly bitter in their quest
inciting strife at every chance
their itty bitty shriveled hearts
at home sitting on a shelf
soaking in formaldehyde
oh yes ~ only the good die young
what a waste and somehow
we have to bite our tongue
we have to grin and bear it
live with the injustice of it all
maybe even find meaning
it’s just the way it is
and not about to change
Read on air by invitation ~ May 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2022
God made Billy Joel
gave him clothes
to dress my soul
I wear those clothes
listening to music
My style my face
my picture of grace
From young to old
the picture is told
Decades were made
that did not fade
Music that I will
always remember
My soul music
my September
The words of music
always displayed
the feeling of life
'The Piano Man's life'
'She's always a Woman'
'Just the Way You Are'
Take me to 'Allentown'
and 'Zanzibar'
'To Scenes from A Italian
Restaurant'
'It's a Matter of Trust'
'A New York State of Mind'
We're always under "Pressure'
For 'The Longest Time'
'Only the Good Die Young'
for you that was a lie
You sailed 'The River of Dreams'
While singing a 'Lullabye'
This is the time to look in
'Rosalinda's Eye's'
Standing on a "Stiletto'
don't ask me why
So why should I worry
'You're my Home'
My 'Uptown girl'
it is shown
'She's got a Way'
'To Turn the Lights Back On'
When you Wish apon a Star'
'My Life' is half way home
'We Didn't Start the Fire'
We just kept it going on
with a song and a lyre
being our only strong
Every good thing
Comes to an end
Like a bird
With flapping wings
Bound to break and bend
It flies
It flew
It clung
To the life it barely knew
To the good life
To the Dove’s favorite lie
But the good soon die
Only the good die young
The bird was young and dumb
But if she’d lived a longer life
She would’ve soon
grown old and wise
And evil
And quite numb
And then she’d be corrupt
Little Miss Dove
Didn’t die when she should’ve
Little Miss Dove
Is still flying
And the bird that dear Dove
A long time ago was
Is slowly
Slowly dying
Little Miss Dove
If only a little
Wanted to live longer
Who’s she trying to kid?
All the Dove did
If only a little
Was prolong the inevitable
people insist on speaking French to me c’est la vie
smelling salts in a ten gallon vat that’s not to be sniffed at
the mouse met an elephant so prim she looked down her nose at him
I must learn to type more quickly before the grimy rapper gets me
in prison no convict would moan if all rooms had a cell phone
scrape the bottom of the barrel and you’ll find the one who emptied it
I can’t have an inferiority complex I’m not man enough
only the good die young heaven must be tedious
If we learn from our mistakes I’m some kind of genius
behind every great man is another with a tongue tan
It’s said that only the good die young.
So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost!
How many heroes now have gone unsung?
They’re taken with no mercy. At what cost?
We cannot know the good they would have done.
So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost!
They lie in cold hard graves beneath our sun.
If only they had been allowed to bloom.
We cannot know the good they would have done.
How swiftly do they sometimes meet their doom.
And all their loved ones have to show is grief.
If only they had been allowed to bloom!
Each sprout not let to even grow one leaf!
What utter waste! They had so much to give,
and all their loved ones have to show is grief.
Each sprout not let to even grow one leaf.
It’s said that only the good die young.
What utter waste; they had so much to give!
How many heroes now have gone unsung?
Written 5/27/2013
Dear Dale, so loved were you
that even now, thirty-nine years later,
you live inside the dreams
of your siblings. I suppose this to be true
since I, at least, have had you in my dreams.
Dear Dale, you came to live with me and my sisters
when I was halfway through my childhood.
You with your freckles and reddish hair
and your spirit of enthusiasm,
inspiring others with your love of the Lord.
Dear Dale, although a stepbrother to me,
you were my one true brother in this life
who stayed up late at the kitchen table
sharing fun stories with me and the others
who liked to spend the night simply conversing.
Dear Dale, you’d be surprised at things today.
So few people just sit and enjoy each other’s company.
You though were a firecracker and a social butterfly!
Loving to participate, you encouraged everyone
to partake of the good clean fun you were a part of.
Dear Dale, you went abroad to bring the Gospel
to anyone you found who would hear God’s word.
Then home you came and studied many years at college,
nearly graduating from your law school
until death came to you from out of nowhere.
Dear Dale, we lost you when a drunken fool
ran over you as you sat so innocently
late one night on the curb of a solitary street.
Your death was instantaneous. Then and there,
I’m sure your soul flew straightaway to heaven.
Dear Dale, although of course you had your flaws,
to me you were a perfect example of
the way a man should have integrity.
Abruptly you were lost to death, but we will reunite.
“Only the good die young” echoes in my mind when I think of you.
Jan. 22, 2023
for The Loved and Lost Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh