Mortality

 

As we all quietly age, one thought must surely creep into sight.

Did we embrace of talents and our life?

 

Title.

*Mortality*

 

In days of futures old

When you see your tale told

Will you judge how your life was lived
Those long days and seemingly endless nights
Of your talents and silent dreams

Will you wonder what you achieved

 

Will you wonder if your dreams came true

Will you witness if you embraced you

Before you pass to see your maker

Before lodgings are took

Before the call of life’s old rook

Will you be a king or queen of adventures

Took

Or will you be forlorn

Will you question if you choose mundane

Or instead clasp bespoke

 

Will your gifts sing to courage and chances

Embraced and redeemed

Of hopes and cherished dreams

Or will you fall by the wayside

Soon to be unseen

 

Will you wish all your quick or slowly

Taken steps

Of happiness and times you wept

Stay forever in all those you love

As you enter above

Serenaded by mourning doves

 

Instead

 

Sing a sonnet of a life taken with courage

Where you will survive the ages

Like old mages of old

 

A story to embrace by others

Until they too are old

 

So instead of stupor filled nights

Filled with rituals of the same

Remember this life isn’t some easy game

To be cheaply played

 

Don’t be waylaid with visions

Unspoken

 

Rise and cash in life’s bestowed precious tokens

And don’t just leave broken-hearted with forlorn old reveries

Unspent

 

Make your life your labour of love

So you can smile from clouds above

 

To witness the smiles and laughter

Echo through the celestial serene halls of hereafter

 

Be the captain of your own ship in the mists

Majesty of your vast empires of where you may struggle but still persist

 

*It’s how you’ll survive*

 

Copyright John Duffy