The Crow
In a perfect life, there is also death
Can’t avoid taking, that last breath
Lived a life in splendor
Dancing through every day
A moment never wasted
Love was here to stay
Memories flourish in abundance
Yet the frail mind drifts away
Memories never to be forgotten
Slipping so fast, slipping away
What couldn’t be lost
Was never meant to stay
Don’t leave us now
Don’t leave us alone
We were meant to hold the light
And fight hard, with all our might
Oh elderly one
Can’t you remember my face?
Oh mother, can’t you see I’m your son?
Oh mother, come back to us
Oh disease, you bastard!
What have you taken from us
Oh divine fate, in you we cannot trust
We can only trust to learn a lesson
In the cruel act of letting go
We can only find our selfish comfortÂ
In the dying eyes of the old crow
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Comments
Is there any such thing as a perfect life? I do wonder. This is a great write and the first I think I have read of yours. I don't think I could delve into it any deeper than Db did because he hit the nail on the head. Really great write. I could feel the anger and sorrow in it. I look forward to reading more from you :)
xxxxLily
thank you, Lily!
I don't believe there is a perfect life, but in contrast to how some people live their lives--by choice or by nature, it makes you wonder.Â
cheers :) :)
-MK