The only job I have is living,
And I'm dying to get on with it.
What I don't want it to be.
I've joined two club's without trying,
One is for living the others for dying.
Life is but a fleeting moment in time,
Both it seems are no friends of mine.
To me each leave me feeling bemused,
Shattered and broken being used.
Life is but a fleeting glance,
That's not too bad.
If given half the chance,
When death is invited to the dance.
So why not give Life a try,
This is A wondrous place that we live.
The love to each other that we can give,
Is much better than the alternative!
No one brought me flowers while I'm alive,
As a sensitive man I'll get them when I die,
For in life I was far too lazy,
I'll bide my time before I Push up daisies.
Do I believe in life after death,
That depends on who I'm killing.
Then and really only when,
God and the devil show willing.
For my life is like an arabesque,
With intertwining lines.
I love the sweet smell of life,
I would choose life every time.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-08-10 at 01:12
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And I'm dying to get on with it.
Life
It seems to me,What I don't want it to be.
I've joined two club's without trying,
One is for living the others for dying.
Life is but a fleeting moment in time,
Both it seems are no friends of mine.
To me each leave me feeling bemused,
Shattered and broken being used.
Life is but a fleeting glance,
That's not too bad.
If given half the chance,
When death is invited to the dance.
So why not give Life a try,
This is A wondrous place that we live.
The love to each other that we can give,
Is much better than the alternative!
No one brought me flowers while I'm alive,
As a sensitive man I'll get them when I die,
For in life I was far too lazy,
I'll bide my time before I Push up daisies.
Do I believe in life after death,
That depends on who I'm killing.
Then and really only when,
God and the devil show willing.
For my life is like an arabesque,
With intertwining lines.
I love the sweet smell of life,
I would choose life every time.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 148 times
Written on 2022-08-10 at 01:12
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