At The Hinge of All My Days

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If I shouldn’t be alive –
Let others do, what I could not
Let them not save me
Any memorial crumbs

Our stories are all retold
Again and again, like being fast
Asleep and dreaming life
Our lives, they come and go

So quickly, if I should die tomorrow
Perhaps I will have been asked
To go abroad, to some further star –
And there I shall take compact Sunshine

With me, my first well Day in ages
If I shouldn’t be alive –
Let poets rise from every circumstance
Uncertain of themselves, so –

We all cheat ourselves, dropping
Threads of our youthful dreams
We conform to routine lives
If I shouldn’t be alive –

Maybe it is for the best?
To fade into tomorrow with
Rainbows held, like brief recompense.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Winter-Spices-412283366

8 thoughts on “At The Hinge of All My Days

  1. Taking note of not what do not have, but what we have and weighing the tenacity we would spend finding it if we didn’t. Not to overvalue it, lest we lose it. The place and life we have chosen, is for us to toil, be it good or bad. it is our life-Marcus Aurelius

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