17 January 2013
What do I Need to be? How can my life evoke change? How do the words I've studied so profusely
Appear
When written upon the page
Maybe if I Was to die They would indeed gain more substance An abundance of writings so wrongfully right
How do I Work to Save a life?
Is it so rightfully wrong My verse that went on missed That In that very dying wish Turned unbeknown to blessed
In death our lives hold more meaning In birth our innocence pure In reaching the end of your legacy We can all relate that little bit more
But
The transition is mirrored In life's cycle we are prone to change The reliance is the same at birth as it is when reaching a very old age
Our minds may change a little But underneath the fragile exterior still remains A wordsmith A poet A lyricist
Whose pure purpose in life Is laid down beautifully blessed
All throughout His days of age to mind to page to the very last living breath. ..........................................
This poem had some influence from a post I viewed on Facebook a while back. It was about an elderly man and his last dying poem. I'm pretty sure someone on Opussia did post it! Check it out
Daniel HIng 17.01.13
An Age Of Rage Scripted His Page • Opuss № I