The thread of life,
Is growing thin.
It's nearly time,
For me to go back.
To where my life,

No wonder I feel worn,
My heart was beating.
From before the day,
That I was born.

Life should feel better,
More substantial over time.
Shouldn't need to
read it in a book,
Or to see it in a rhyme.

Did you know, If there's
a contradiction to life.
If anybody else can see,
That contradiction is
undeniably, no-one else.
Just in factuality it's me.

Then again, isn't a
A contradiction in itself,
Should I think more on this;
As I climb back upon my shelf.

Or should I live my life,
Like a wiley fox.
Stuff all odd thoughts,
Within myself,
Back into their box.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-04 at 15:11

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Brought me to a childhood memory of boxes 📦 be it shoeboxes or other to keep all our treasures in; like King 🤴 Alfred’s crown 👑 in that iconic scene from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang!