Be still, as the faint sound fades into the night
One worry, one thought, as it all comes down
Worry not about things that cause such pains
Tis the world of men that causes all who walk it such a fright
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Learn to let go of things with more ease
Be not so involved in the things of yesterday
Live in the excitement and potential of your now
Enjoy knowing those around you who like to please
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Forget the pleasures of the past that caused so much pain
Breathe in the succulent scents of spring
Yesterday was but a miserable cold winter to forget
Enjoy the soft drops and be willing to dance in the new rain
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A world unseen awaits the soldier's eye
Filled with excitement and laughter mixed with the tasks to suffer
Worth doing and enjoying and paying the price for later
Bittersweet is the escape that makes one cry
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All are pursued through the days and the dead of night
Run children run
Enjoy the time when you feel not the pursuer's hand
For it is the hands of the beast you must be willing to fight
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Ask not why we quarrel with the monster's zeal
It's been with us since our first breath
We've all had to face the stench of what's to come
It's just part of life's deal
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We can only run so long before we face our last breath
Time awaits no man or woman
From the dawn of time, it's been part of a grander plan
No way around facing your death
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Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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Comments (4)
Well, we can worry, but not let it paralyze us that we can’t enjoy the journey.
Oh the poetry on this poem and the message it conveys is awesome! Thank you for sharing it ❤️
Beautifully written. We all need to live more in the moment, it’s so easy to get distracted thinking about other things that get in our heads.
I remember as children talking about what it would be like to die & how we would prefer/hope to go. Most of us said, "In my sleep." That was back when death was seen by us as the foe. (Tillich's "angst") Now it appears much nearer to a friend, waiting to escort these tired bones to their final rest.