They wanted to run before they could walk,
and so, took up flying rather young.
They wanted to speak before they could talk,
and so took up silence; quite stubbornly.
When life flashes before the eyes, and it does,
the last words they want to say, are
'Make your life beautiful! Make your life profound!'
So let's get busy in the quiet, let's get busy,
one step at a time...
Comments
Ewan | March 25, 2008 - 07:26
Hmmm.. darkly whimsical.
I find
'the last words they want to say, are
'Make your life beautiful! Make your life profound!'
ambiguous: do they want to say this at the end or not? In no way does this detract from your poem for me.
Ewan