Picking The Day (apart)

None get to pick the day that they grow old
But an apple never falls very far from the tree
In the marketplace masses are bought and sold
Souls are bundled, labeled ' To Be Destroyed'
The world never skips s s s a b e a t
It happens faster than an eye can blink
Just a written fade splotched in ghostly ink,
Seas and skies of endless faces laugh or cry
Smile inside a while yet as you may
So soon the sun too shall burn away
Wonder of matter the day that you die
The only prayer to hope is at long last life is free
Locked inside these moments bending to fold
None get to pick the day that they grow old




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-05-27 at 01:19

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I like it. The title is very intriguing and the content is very thought provoking:)
It is dark, yes, but also very true.
2013-05-27



This one has a dark, heavy feel to it. The first line repeated at the end has a very powerful effect. It leaves the reader with an almost adopted foreboding.
2013-05-27