No Senescence

Brittle bones
Sagging skin
Feet of clay
Coldness within
Aching joints
Failing sight
Wobbly gait
Memory’s twilight

But what if in our minds
Deeper than our own id
We have time backwards
For all the things that we did
Like the inverted vision
Our eyes project
Turning around
Cause and effect
First came the bullet
And then the gun
Lives ending
At birth for everyone
Life in devolution
Universe contracts
All back to a point
Then could we relax?

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-10 at 15:34

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a fun poem, Dave. I don't think that we would be able to relax. After all, when going backward, birth becomes the moment of extinction. There's always an end.

Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
What an intriguing idea, so how many years would it take mankind to get back to the beginning again? True, growing old is horrid, but I am not sure growing younger would be better...unless we could retain what we have learned. But then there would be another extinction! I enjoy your mind and your ideas.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
No. I couldn't live through it all again, especially the joyful parts knowing it was coming to an end. I think the first time, going forward, we live in denial that it will end or how things will turn out. We live with hope when we live forward. However, it's an interesting idea from a brilliant mind.*