THREAD OF LIFE
The thread of life,Is growing thin.
It's nearly time,
For me to go back.
To where my life,
Begins.
No wonder I feel worn,
My heart was beating.
From before the day,
That I was born.
Life should feel better,
More substantial over time.
Shouldn't need to
read it in a book,
Or to see it in a rhyme.
Did you know, If there's
a contradiction to life.
If anybody else can see,
That contradiction is
undeniably, no-one else.
Just in factuality it's me.
Then again, isn't a
Contradiction.
A contradiction in itself,
Should I think more on this;
As I climb back upon my shelf.
Or should I live my life,
Like a wiley fox.
Stuff all odd thoughts,
Within myself,
Back into their box.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-10-04 at 15:11
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