Saturday, December 7, 2013

LIVE LIFE...and then



FEAR NOT THE NIGHT
I will not rage
against the loss of nights light
nor remember
the days of warm sun.
I will simply move on,
well past this place
of many sorrows and go--
go to the house of my ancestors
sleep in in comfort knowing
all I have done
was the best of life                                  
I had to give.

© M Durfee
12/7/13

8 comments:

  1. Once saw a gravestone that read, He Did His Best. Seems that's all you can do and you know what, it's enough.

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  2. a life in giving yourself away, would def lead to a nice comfortable afterlife....or it should, not that it is the point....but hey...its probably the best we can do...

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  3. Maybe on my tombstone I'll have, "Finally, now life, leave me the fuck alone."

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  4. I wish I were in the poem's feeling state.

    Sh*t.
    I am seventy-five, and the furies still come.
    Maybe they can be resolved through humour.
    "Ho, Don, Hey Don. Hoo dat's got a Ho Don." :)

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  5. Lovely poem ... I wanna come too ... to this place of peace ...

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  6. Thanks to you all. I pray no one ever feels a run over as I do at this moment.

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  7. Mark-Some of my favorite stuff of yours seems to come thru your pain. Hope you are feeling a little less beat up. xo

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