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Friday, October 17, 2008

Sonnet CCXCI

We go to death as easy as a sum to solve,
but struggle through our lives, obsessing over much.
We struggle, even growing close to death and push
to keep ourselves the younger selves we’ve come to love.
Old age and death – these things we fight until they come.
An yet – we go to them quite easily and hush
as quickly as a baby to his nap. We gush –
we gush like mad to stop it – yet it comes, quite dull,
at last; we wish it wasn’t easy leaving happy life –
the treasure cherished heavily and loved like strife,
and yet we struggle through, at last to end the trip,
but still regretful. Coming swift and suddenly,
there’s little hesitation. Meet death like a dream –
and blindly grope the livelong way until you see.

1 comment:

  1. Hmm, this makes me wonder, will I go to death easily? Will I "go gentle into that good night" or fight it? I think it will depend how old I am, where in life I am. Interesting poem; made me think.


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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