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Toward the shuffling gait I know
I must, like mortal others, go.
I could swim against the tide
but senescence will humble pride
and having seen how life corrupts;
how carelessly it interrupts
unbidden, its unwritten span,
I’m inclined, while I still can,
to exit, with my self intact, and
make my last, a conscious act.
The 'conscious act' of death - now there's a humdinger of a thought. May you be so blessed.
I totally echo M.C.'s sentiments. Rhyme and meter are refreshing.
Travis Brow
Fri 28th Nov 2014 14:59
That's a very nice comment M.C, thank you. I wish the topic wasn't so grim but there you go...human decline is rarely joyful.
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Travis Brow
Wed 3rd Dec 2014 06:23
Cynthia, thank you. I've had the first line in my head for years but my aunty recently moved to a care home and as her dementia worsens it strikes me, whilst visiting her, and witnessing the condition of some of her fellow residents, that when and if i succumb, i don't intend to live with it while it slowly robs me of myself. The rest of the poem grew from this.