Once, as I kid, I witnessed a death
The odor of human waste filled the air.
But I was invulnerable and a child of God,
death could not cast it's wicked hand on me.
As the years passed, I bargained with my God.
Keep me I prayed and promises I made.
Never really meaning what I said.
Yet I prostituted myself confidently.
And then, quick as a bolt of lightening, I was old.
Now, in speculation , I wonder
Will that odor I emit offend a youth?
And will he or she just move forward.
Thinking that it could never be me.
And does our God really matter then?
Speculation, and the fear that we hide.
We all are the same in the end.
By Bob Fox
Please tell me what you think
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Sad! Hope I'm not doing the same! 3 applauds for you... Hoping that this could never be me!
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This holds some very powerful images for me.And some very elusive questions that plague most of us.I can really relate to this poem you have written.And I rather enjoyed the direction you took the reader in.
Wonderfully done in my opinion thanks for sharing this write with us all.
Tony
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The
wisdom that
comes from age
and life experience
is just so profound to
me...
This is a remarkable piece!
You should be so proud--
I am...
~Pastel
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I am so deeply moved....
Very recently, I came face to face with death.
He mocked my pleas, as my god did.
I will wonder always, searching for answers where I know there are none.
I cannot tell you how this piece moved me.
I believe that "We all are the same in the end."
Truer words, never spoken.
Loved this piece.
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Mackey
Sadly we so often take life for granted with the idea that it will never be me.
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wise fellow you are Bob Fox. Your mind is just lovely
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A lot of deep thought in here.. and that question.. one I've pondered on! Wish I knew the answer..
I guess like you say.. in the end, we're all the same aren't we...
Thoughtful write!
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this is a beautiful poem I think _ because yes "we are all the same in the end" I love those words. When we have God , nothing else really matters if we really think about it now right? I love how you came to a conclusion in the end of this poem ~ and with God. LOVE, prettypoetry ~ oh and the title fits perfectly as well.
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Hmm....I've always wanted to see someone die. Not just any
one, though. Yes I know its a sick thought. Anyways, I like how the thought evolves in this poem. Very nice write, once again.
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Well I see:
Breathe easy, don't stay with speculation for long, don't take things personally and keep clean.
Your wisdom shining through again Bob!
All the best
Sol
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Excellent and questioning write, Bob. Even though we know that there's nothing we can do about death-- we live till we die and that's all there is to it--we still worry ourselves sick about it. We are consumed by guilt, fear and sorrow, instead of just getting on with life--in fact, we're a sorry bunch, us humans, aren't we?
Good subject for a poem, Bob, making us see the dark and painful side of the human condition. On the other hand, of course, there are roses, poetry, music, good food and human friendship--life ain't ALL bad!
Best wishes,
Bill
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Well... i don't know where you get the inspiration from. or maybe it was based on the truth... who knows. well, anyway, I like this read, nothing like i have read before, well done!
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Bob
I know all to well about the promises and bargining with God.Why did you promise and bargin? Well like me you wanted to be alive.
So since we all have a time to go marked in the book of life, was the bargining something we had to do???
As i grow older i think well i am not gone yet...
so that leads me to believe i am supposed to be here.
For what reason i know not because i should have been dead along time ago with all i done.
hmmmmm makes me wonder what work is left, or who is left that i need to be here for.
Chew on that awhile MR. lol
See you made me think and Bob i just woke up (brain overload)
oh no lol
Give me coffee please...
Hugs,
~Lisa~
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Good Morning Bob,
This brings to mind, a memory from the first nursing home I worked in, where a young man had walked into the room of a pt. and came screaming out, he had never seen a dead body, let alone found one, and well he was a white as this background...
I think we all look back at times, and wonder about things such as this... I know I do. I pray, when my times comes, that it is not a child that finds me. I don't want to leave this world, leaving that kind of image for a child...
Great write, leaves one thinking!
and love
Nyetta
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Another Great Wrote
Good Morning Bob, You always write poems that make others think about their own lives. I never knew God all my life till I accepted Him in my heart 4 years ago. Till then I feared death. Thought there was no Heaven and Hell. Now I know there is and I no am no longer afraid of getting old and dying. Our body starts to die the moment we are born but the soul will live forever. I look back now and wonder how much more beautiful my whole life would have been with Him in it all those years. I could have avoided so many tears. But as you say in the end, it is the same for all, we are born then die. What we do in between does matter. Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem. Always a pleasure to stop by and read. Take care.
Bless You,
Sandy
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A very deep and introspective piece here Bob. You know I think so many of us when young would have promised God anything to achieve our goals.
But your last line has said it all. A powerful ending that so many people seem to forget or ignore.
Thank you for sharing this.
Gaylene
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"We are all the same in the end" A wonderful ending similar the "Pathway" on my page. This is a very good poem and when young we are both invincible and ageless, we all, I think anyway, make our bargains and deals without any real thought about our own old age. Good work.
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Sorry
You know , I think we tend to always say.. Not me. It is always going to be another that goes. But in reality we must face the truth. We just borrow time. We do not own it. Ty dear. Smile for me. -
Geesh Bob....are we feeling our own mortality tonight? This was so dark and morbid but yet you hit on a socially conscience chord... We do spend our youth bargaining back and forth between God and the Devil do we not? And yet at the end did it all really matter? Will there be a battle between good and evil for our soul??? Much to speculate about.....Well done. I need my prozac now though
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