A Suggestion

I must urge you to try to ascribe some significance to something.
Don't be a dead wire, like me. I see. I hear and smell,
And comprehend, but nothing leaves a mark. The birth
Of a grandchild passes, like evening. A people, the coral,
A seldom-heard language, are stripped from the planet.
I witness and shrug. The women I loved are gone. I don't
Miss them. My vigor, whatever that used to entail, isn't here
Anymore. I don't wish to retrieve it. Each day which comes
Leaves no mark as it's passing, even though I know my cache
Has grown thin. I am here. When I die, no one's going to miss
Me, not for much more than a week, anyway, and I can't say
I care. Caring's not what I do. That's a bad way to live, and it's
Why I'm suggesting you try to find meaning in things.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-05-13 at 01:35

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
There is no meaning but the one you make. And that, really, is just to make time bearable. Our ability to think this, is but a side-effect when a gang of elements got together and built brains and nervous systems. No wonder people are religion-junkies. Can't blame them really.
2024-05-13


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I commend you for that one, Lawrence. The last line encourages the reader to find meaning in things, this after reading some really nice figurative expressions only makes me feel that I have indeed valued what I just read! Blessings, Allen
2024-05-13


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
I think if you loved life more and more as you get closer to death, life is cruel! but I don't like to much thinking logically towards the end...Are our lives logically built ? emotions have been more meaningful than my thoughts
2024-05-13