Along The Road
©
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way,
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!
-- Robert Browning Hamilton
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Mortality Knocked
©
David Coyote
4/13/03
I sensed my mortality today,
its presence, not the idea,
as though it had moved a step closer.
I don’t think much of death
for life insists I think of it.
I’m sure death has its own agenda,
that there is little I can do when it comes
but let it take me and make me other.
I don’t want to be afraid of death,
and I wasn’t today, but the sense of its breath
made me stop writing and listen.
I’ll be ready when the time comes.
Something will use these atoms and energy
to weave a wonderment of new beginnings
that will be its end when death calls,
and flings the things we call life
around the feet of another new possibility.
I want to make my life perfect
so my death will begin new things
the same way.
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