THE DAY IT WAS I LEARNED OF LIFE

The day it was I learned of Life
Was like no other to my mind —
For death that day came closer than
He ever had before that time.

And such was getting short I felt —
Though what that meant I could not say —
It might be year — it might be month —
Or even week — or even day —

Then time to live and time to cry
And time to sing no lonely song —
For when it be one’s time to die —
Of sudden in the world belong —

What point then tell of tear or need —
Or all believe both dark and light —
Repeating pages of the deed —
The growing up — the fear — the flight —

The happiness — the laughter — love —
For all be gone and comfort leave —
And who then after comfort-one —
In memory of gift recieve —

And that with pleasure so to have —
To lend to others — then to give —
To hasten joy — delay the sad —
What other point there be to live —

And so no more to end this Time —
All done of speaking truth and lie —
For what I found was all to find —
The day it was I learned of Life.





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Flint Hunter / Firestone Feinberg 2011

THE DAY IT WAS I LEARNED OF LIFE Contributed by FlintHunter on Saturday, 21st January 2012 @ 01:26:56 PM in AEST Topic: Lifepoems THE DAY IT WAS I LEARNED OF LIFE The day it was I learned of Life Was like no other to my mind — For death that day came closer than He ever had before that time. And such was getting short I felt — Though what that meant I could not say — It might be year — it might be month — Or even week — or even day — Then time to live and time to cry And time to sing no lonely song — For when it be one’s time to die — Of sudden in the world belong — What point then tell of tear or need — Or all believe both dark and light — Repeating pages of the deed — The growing up — the fear — the flight — The happiness — the laughter — love — For all be gone and comfort leave — And who then after comfort-one — In memory of gift recieve — And that with pleasure so to have — To lend to others — then to give — To hasten joy — delay the sad — What other point there be to live — And so no more to end this Time — All done of speaking truth and lie — For what I found was all to find — The day it was I learned of Life. ______________________________________ Flint Hunter / Firestone Feinberg 2011 Copyright © FlintHunter ... [ 2012-01-21 13:26:56] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem