So Brief A Life


We enter into

that final phase

expressed in sleep

and slow malaise


we shrink in size

our mind declines

we deteriorate

in many ways


no more the rage

of primal youth

we slowly learn

the somber truth


that like a tree

now without fruit

life was too brief

death in our roots.



◄ The Hearing-Impaired Line

What Makes A Boy ►


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Paul Sayer

Wed 22nd Jan 2020 16:11

I met myself coming back

That was a weird experience

And one night I arrived before I had even left

That can happen as you get older (but you knew that already) it is just that you might have Wednesday it

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Jordyn Elizabeth

Wed 22nd Jan 2020 01:40

Very deep and unfortunately true. I enjoyed this poem, well done.

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Paul Sayer

Tue 21st Jan 2020 23:14

I refuse to go in to that long good night...


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Tue 21st Jan 2020 20:18

Well done!


Tue 21st Jan 2020 13:59

So brief a life
it did not last
it went too fast
too soon we pass.

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