The Sand Reckoner
The Sunshine of My Life
was
cancer neath the Surgeon’s Knife
The Calm that Lulled My Restless Mind
was
storm cloud of some Other Kind
The Pennies on My Shuttered Eyes
are
answers to My Living Whys
The Tears that Fall When I am Gone
will
not absolve me of My Wrong
The Words I've Penned with Flippant Hand
will
shift and drift like Worthless Sand
Grieve not the age that slipped through me
grieve
all of time I Shall Not See...
David RL Moore
Thu 22nd Aug 2024 10:20
Thanks Ray,
It's a bit of a list rather than a truly cohesive poem. That said, I know what I mean and where I am going with it.
Good things that give us pleasure can ultimately be the undoing of us. Our lives are so brief that the enormity of time we don't have is a loss, or is it...
Like Freddie said "Who wants to live forever"
Not me!
David