As long as I can breathe
I’d want to live
I believe I can live
A thought that gives
me reprieve
Doing the chores
Studying more as I mature
Painting life under a tree
Writing a requiem, a poem
Amid camaraderie
Or in the middle of animosity
I’d perform live wherever life is,
Maybe at ease or with unease
This body with its weight
It may not be worth the wait
The organs may hum a tired song
Attuned, I’d still move along
Choosing to stay, not go
Away, trying to dance anon
Fall on the ground
The steps could falter
The rest of the way
Yet I’d laud myself
That withal I’m around
Before the moment arrives
When belatedly I have to leave
I’d rejoice in that I’m alive
And fulfilled my dream
That I chose to live.
Wow! I really would like to see your poetry as a collection or book!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Nah, it's too much of a trouble. I don't want to self publish.
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