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not asking why

by Charlie Morgan

monotony has been the calling card
of my tedious journey,
and yet life has treated me
with the utmost kindness.

i've asked why this should be so,
the sage gave me a long story
about this and that, the other
and at length, i smiled.

tho my life is a blessing
and a comfort to me, still
sometimes my eyes swim with tears
for the unborn, and yet-to-live.

and with autumn of my life
now advancing, stealthily,
and ever-so-firm in its resolve,
like a virgin i await the pain
of death and the sigh of release.

01/26/2006

Posted on 01/26/2006
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/26/06 at 07:24 PM

Maybe I fear an inadequate life more than death. It's just the transition between the two I find a bit troublesome. Great read and write, Charlie.

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