L-I-F-E, Spelling Us (All) Out
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Most if not all of us wonder at various stages in our lives just what lies in store for us, and how much of that may be down our own actions whenever giving thanks for the good times or finding excuses for the bad.
What is the ultimate truth about human life, anyway, but a complex organism of mind, body and spirit embracing all that’s down to us, whomsoever, and whatever it is we like to call ‘fate’ (or God?) to spell out as we go, make sense of as we can, and heed or ignore as we choose.
L-I-F-E, SPELLING US (ALL) OUT
As a child,
I would play as a child,
cry as a child,
try to make sense
of a world I would never
understand
As a youth,
I explored the passion
of youth,
chasing its gods
through a world I struggled
to defend
As a young man,
I would point a finger
at bigotry,
tracking its origins
through looking glass wars
all around
Older, little wiser,
I would run the gamut
of rogue truths
draining the body
for demanding centre stage
of the mind
Mature. Human eyes
reassessing any potential,
fast tracking us
to dog ears pricking up
at even the slightest breath
of ill wind
Dead to all intents
and purposes, found wanting
for failing to clear
the table of leftovers
for history to make sense
of a kind
Copyright R. N. Taber 2015
Most if not all of us wonder at various stages in our lives just what lies in store for us, and how much of that may be down our own actions whenever giving thanks for the good times or finding excuses for the bad.
What is the ultimate truth about human life, anyway, but a complex organism of mind, body and spirit embracing all that’s down to us, whomsoever, and whatever it is we like to call ‘fate’ (or God?) to spell out as we go, make sense of as we can, and heed or ignore as we choose.
L-I-F-E, SPELLING US (ALL) OUT
As a child,
I would play as a child,
cry as a child,
try to make sense
of a world I would never
understand
As a youth,
I explored the passion
of youth,
chasing its gods
through a world I struggled
to defend
As a young man,
I would point a finger
at bigotry,
tracking its origins
through looking glass wars
all around
Older, little wiser,
I would run the gamut
of rogue truths
draining the body
for demanding centre stage
of the mind
Mature. Human eyes
reassessing any potential,
fast tracking us
to dog ears pricking up
at even the slightest breath
of ill wind
Dead to all intents
and purposes, found wanting
for failing to clear
the table of leftovers
for history to make sense
of a kind
Copyright R. N. Taber 2015
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