They call you up with tears and thanks
Over thirty years in service
Mentor, leader, friend they name you
Absentminded and maudlin, I clap
In a sea of your friends, my colleagues
Over halfway to your present
I’m already a ghost
Doing invisible work
Ready for a fresh body to replace me
I’m not just haunting a space, but a life
Passing through, I’ll leave an impression
Like a cold breeze on the back of a neck
And just as fleeting
Far in the future, I imagine I’ll go quietly
Having fought for so little in the past
Even deep in the grave I’ve dug
It’s not too late for a resurrection
I don’t even need three days
I could be alive in every moment
But they pass away so quickly
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About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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Comments (6)
Very thought provoking poem about time & life choices 🤔.
This is very poignant and relatable. Like I said I'm fleeting and slow. Always the opposite of what you want. This is really well written. <3
A quietly reflective piece, like a breeze you hardly notice but feel the impact of. Life’s quick, but hey, there's always a chance for a little reboot, no big deal!
I adore those last three lines
Really striking lines and such a haunting tone! Very well done, Shaun!
Sadly beautiful words, thank you for joining in