The life I’ve treasured with each day has passed,
And now I cry as days of life unfold,
“Of life, of love, let this be not the last!”
I’ve heard the masses roar and cannons blast,
And like the fame and fallen warriors bold,
The life I’ve treasured with each day has passed.
With every love that has my way been cast,
Enraptured, still I cried within my soul,
“Of life, of love, let this be not the last!”
My days were spent; they couldn’t be amassed,
And none can be redeemed for any gold.
The life I’ve treasured with each day has passed.
The sea of days seemed once so deep and vast,
A wealth of wondrous stories yet untold.
Of life, of love, let this be not the last!
With ecstasy, with love that burned too fast,
With triumphs that I would but couldn’t hold,
The life I’ve treasured with each day has passed.
Of life, of love, let this be not the last!
A contest entry
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450 points, ended July 31, 21 entries
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Thank you for this entry in the contest, an interesting and pleasurable read.
All the best in the judging.
Sue and Jeff
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Unfortunately ...
all things end. Every living moment is bittersweet in that regard.
This isn't as powerful as many of your poems. Line seven in particular left me cold, probably because inverted lines bug me. Still, this is better than 99 per cent of what I see on this site.
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Yeah, ain't it a shame - or maybe not, depending on what it is.
Well, I can accept being in the top 1%. I'm not sure everyone would rate it that high.
Thank you very much for the reading and review, even when you have a problem with something.
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You're right ...
I got carried away. It's probably only better than 95 per cent of the poems I see here.
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“Of life, of love, let this be not the last!”
This was such a killer line! Pardon my language, but it truly was and the form complimented this so well. It sounds like someone who really loves life and has strived to live it with no regrets. A brilliant write!
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It is true as far as it goes, but there are regrets as well. Still, I have never seen the day that I wished was my last. I have seen just enough, have had just enough challenges and have been loved just enough to know that I will never want to know the last day of any of these.
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This is a very poignant poem ...
almost bitter, actually. I hope it isn't indicative of your actual feelings about life, or at least that you're more positive in outlook than you appear to be here.
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I suppose it could be taken that way.
Another way to view the poem is that the days of life have been good. As a realist the person speaks from the point of view that this good day of love and life is closer to the end of them than their beginning. Life for this person is a long but engrossing novel he just does not want to end though the dwindling volume of unread pages tells him the end is near. He laments for the approaching end of days, but only because the days have been so good.
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