Life...
What an interesting word...
What does it mean?
Probably something different to each person...
Maybe the same to others...
Life...
It can be good, better
Or bad and worse.
They say "highs and hills"
But do you know what that means?
They say "life"
And "you only get one"
"You only have one
Chance"
"You can only try once..."
But does it really matter?
Maybe the final peace is better...
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Comments (7)
This is wonderful, and filled with truth.
Some wonderful thoughts
It does matter!!! Sending hugs!!!❤️❤️💕
Love this, the words are so meaningful, thankyou for sharing xx
Such a beautiful and lovely poem! So wonderful!
"you only get one" "You only have one Chance" "You can only try once..." I love the juxtaposition between the unspoken consequences of blowing the gift of a single life and the question that follows: But does it really matter? Reading your final, ambiguous line, I presumed the final peace is death, and yet wonder if there is something vital I missed. Although the temptation is always present, I'm not sure that we should treat poems as puzzles (even though that is exactly what I'm doing now). I think the really good ones speak to our deeper selves while our rational processes remain befuddled. There is a reason that Emily Dickenson is such a popular poet. Its unwise to approach her verse with an expectation of translating it into meaning. And yet I have rarely read poets who stir my emotions as powerfully as she does. If I take your line 'What does it mean' and pair it with 'Does any of it really matter?' the poem finds meaning precisely in our inability to assign meaning to something as confounding and mysterious as life and death. And perhaps that is the point. I loved the poem! Although it made me think, most importantly it made me feel.
Well done my friend!