I'll be seventy-four when I hear the midnight chime
I know I'll die in the nick of time


Lucien Stryk reads Chinese pass-away verse

Even Bobby Dylan must ride his hearse


Question is what it was all about,

'tween beginner's all in and the final all out


I'm insisting on flaming consummation by fire;

pure energy rising ever on higher,

that force that never disappears

as I run out of all these lively years


On any heir opposing the fire; a curse

He will forever need, and lack, a nurse


It was quite joyous to be around

I'm not asking for any Viking mound!

I just wanna leave some sooty flakes,

blown by the gusts across the lakes

- and maybe a few collections of verse,

for better, certainly, and for worse!


Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-08 at 10:22

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D G Moody
I'm surprised nobody has commented on this yet - including myself. I liked the structure of the poem, and it's length; the rhyming couplets then the longer stanza's; most of all the subject, which is one we all must consider. BTW, I asked my wife for a Viking funeral, but all she's offered is an inflatable on the river.