Who am I?
Who knows? not I !
Perhaps, I'll find out
when I die
When in the ground
cross armed I lie
and become
the congregation spy
Will friends & family
sincerely cry
Or, perhaps pretend
and also lie?
Will I hear truths
I now deny?
Or, will they say
'Oh! What a guy!'
Will happy thoughts
of times gone by
Just turn to thoughts
of buffet pie?
And, later, will sozzled
minds deny
that there ever was
such a thing as I !
So, I guess I'll go
up to the sky
Still not knowing
Who am I ! ?
Very fine poem.
Thank you, as ever, Keith & Phillipos for your kind comments.
And do we ever really know who we really are? My perception of myself is different to a friend's or work colleagues etc. We are different things to different people. ?
And Brian, thanks. Yes, just running down hill to my inevitable end ! ?
<Deleted User> (18980)
Sun 24th Jan 2021 11:59
Like it but I was out of breath by the end Stephen.
Philipos
Sun 24th Jan 2021 11:50
How very interesting a poem this on a journey to understand what many of us also struggle to understand 'The Who Am I's' of all existences.
A must read
P
Stephen,
This superb poem deals with a subject which so many people ponder on. Some of our greatest poets wrote extensively about death as it begs to be addressed. Your words are an echo of poems past yet you have tinged yours with humour which I think sheds a lighter side to a dark subject.
Well done with this poem and thanks
Keith
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Stephen Atkinson
Sun 24th Jan 2021 20:58
Thanks for the comment Stephen G. & everyone for the encouraging Likes. Always appreciated ?