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Reincarnation
by Glenn CurrierIn the middle of the night
or in the stark daylight
I drip with anxiety
sloshing in a barren sea,
no one to take care of me
when I'm too old to walk,
and my present doesn't talk.
I wonder could this be all
as I feel the crawl of age
in my bones paying the wage
of my youthful neglect
and reckless disrespect
hurled on imperfect beings,
fleeing the split in my Self?
And what if I don't succeed
in erasing my faulty deeds
with my latterday amends
to my loves and my friends?
AhÂ… maybe reincarnation
will allow my expiation--
to gather the debris
and the fragments of me! 02/26/2003 Posted on 02/26/2003
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 02/26/03 at 08:42 PM yeah..what a thought. Great read Glenn:) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/28/03 at 03:28 PM Yes, reincarnation. One shall have to die in order to be born again. And the process of life and death goes together.Nice piece, Glenn. |
| Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 03/13/03 at 12:48 AM Reflective piece and Very thought provoking! |
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