staring in the face of nothing more

staring in the face of nothing more
I see you and the children dancing
the northern dance of winter's light

so much afterthought in the think tank
so many pellets of good intentions
burning cruel into aftermath's longing

still walked and withered
to the brittle bone of old age
I refuse the math the numbers

sanctioned by the random
paid for by the resistance
I have no other excuse




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-11-27 at 20:38

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2015-12-19


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a great piece. From title to last line. I believe that quite often old people run on bitterness. It keeps them alive and they also refuse the math.
2015-12-06


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Maths - when I was wee - befuddled me mind - as got older
Them sums got no easier - befuddled all the more - them did
Did for me they did
Now - dancing - now I kinder enjoyed that - if only Laural & Hardy- like steps
Now I am no longer young - I to look around - nothing more
The futcher looks that I may not appear among the number
I look around - see the chilldren - joine in thear numbe
Let loose my inner child - a glint in our eyes - ignites - we conspire
To spread our humor - life is for the young - and - ME
Ken
2015-12-02


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
the math of numbers is inexorable, but to succumb is to miss out on the best of what is yet to come. i like your attitude.
2015-11-29



good one, i especially like i refuse the math, the numbers
2015-11-28