The Backyard Poet
Don’t be deceived
Glory, fame or wealth
Cannot save you from death
Certain sorrow will be cast at your passing
Your family and if you’re lucky
A few good friends
Will morn you
But their grieving will be short-lived
With each turning season
Their memory of you will fade
Soon, no thought of you remains
Just another cold grey stone
In a field of stones
Will mark that you existed
Saying True Things Since 2017
Heartspeak
Taalarmen
Eclectic Writings for a Balanced Life
Peter Singhatey - Wordpress Blog
(...and some I have)
Where Imagination Makes The Impossible Possible
I am a professional freelance writer and blogger with a passion to create original content. I develop web content and write for online and offline magazines. I'm a seasoned blogger with expertise in writing impressive blog posts, comments, and use of social media.
writing is speaking without sounds［ig : dandelionpoem］
#joke #lol #haha #funny #hilarious
all things unretired
Independent Authors Unite!
...where the ladies are headstrong and the man is outnumbered.
Thoughts from my Fingertips
Observations from the road less traveled, and beyond.
Poetry. Politics. Food. Art. Thoughts. Ideas. Opinions. Facts. Truth.
A cozy mystery series - a lively retirement community
Amature Writer. Short Stories.
Its Never Too late
I love this poem. Funnily I remind myself of this when I sense getting stressed about something. It gives me a sense of relief to simply be in the moment.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you. I am glad you like it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are welcome.
LikeLike
and all the more reason to live now, do as we need to in the moment and don’t wait because the future may never come 🙂
LikeLike
Powerful poetry and very true Jerry. There is only this moment, no matter how rich or famous you are.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Davy for the comment.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is kind of a sad poem, but it is a reminder of what is important and not in this life.
LikeLiked by 1 person