I haven’t the time for anger or rancor,
Or grumbling, self-pity, or frown.
Though life may be slipping like candlewax dripping
‘Neath flame that is melting it down.
I can’t deign to hate it, to fight or debate it,
Death is what it is and that’s sure.
I know I must see it, for I cannot flee it,
It’s out there, so I must endure.
I haven’t the time to wish it were diff’rent,
For wishing just won’t make it so.
Yes, life can be strange, but nothing will change
Its seasons, its to and its fro.
We rise on the tide, and hope to abide
Its ebb, its washing-away.
For we get what we get, and death will not let
Us decide how long we will stay.
I haven’t the time to dwell on life’s finish,
‘Though I know it lurks, that is certain.
When all has been said, I still look ahead
To life’s next opening curtain.
Adventures await through each unlatched gate
I encounter along the way.
The past is the past—so quickly it passed—
But it’s not where I choose to stay.
I haven’t the time for life’s yesterdays;
Too many tomorrows still call.
At each dawning morn, I feel I’m reborn,
Unburdened by death’s mournful thrall.
To life’s joyous strain, I sing the refrain
Of one who is freed from all fear.
Death’s voice is keening, but absent all meaning,
For I am immersed in life here.
I haven’t the time to worry and fret,
To waste whate’er days I have left.
I’m opening doors, I’m dancing ‘cross floors;
I don’t sit alone and bereft
Like people who cry and moan, asking why
Their lives are so misery-filled.
I’m out and about with a joyous shout
That death’s spectre hasn’t yet stilled.
I haven’t the time to wait at death’s door,
Afraid of its opening creak.
Life’s not about shrouds and gathering clouds,
And the grim reaper’s dreadful shriek.
The very best way to keep death at bay
Is to live our lives to the hilt.
So, I choose to spend my life ‘til the end
Pushing on—that’s how I am built.
I haven’t the time for anger or rancor,
Or grumbling, self-pity, or frown.
Life’s about living, getting and giving
Full measure before it winds down.
When that day is nigh, as ‘twill be by and by,
I hope it will be widely said,
That as man and boy, I strove for the joy
Of living until I was dead.
This surely applies to those of us who feel entitled when all we have to do is remember the good things of the past and look forward to joy hope and love for our future. We all know our time will end but let us not dwel on it.
Life is for the living.
Stay happy and stay healthy!
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Thanks for your comments…..and stay healthy!
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This is beautifully done. Is it also a song?
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Thank you…..glad you enjoyed it. It’s not a song in the sense of having a score, but it’s very melodic when read aloud.
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It’s not just the rhyme and rhythym it’s the depth of expression. I love it.
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Nicely. Thought out and versed
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Glad you enjoyed it…..thanks for commenting!
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