Writer’s Note:  I published these next two poems in reverse order, so that the response follows the first statement.  I hope you enjoy both of them.   Barbara


Harold, I do believe, that you were probably right

To submit to your body’s aging, to pass along in the night

You could have taken better precautions, to remain alive

But perhaps you no longer wanted to live, only to survive


Your weight it was quite tremendous, your belly a sight to see

But it was earned in happiness, in trailers under trees

The raising of a family, the enjoyment of a wife

All the things that should be, were, in the passing of a life


And in the end, when the weight, worn down your body quick

You surrendered to its collapse, you saw the shortened wick

Ahead was difficulty, a healthy body no longer to work

But maybe it was somewhat planned, and not really so much of a quirk


After the years of living, there is this trailing end to see

And as far as I can look forward, it’s not all that pleasant to me

Years of unstable bodies, minds that seem to deteriorate

Sometimes it seems that death itself, comes a little bit late.


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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