And the pages turn
And the numbers fade
Like they always have
And they always will
Wiping clean the slates
And erasing words
Hiding the faces
And fading the names
And we all look back
As we always do
Try to see the things
That were never there
And when out of sight
Means we’re out of mind
Did they really mean
Anything at all
If for just one day
We could see it all
Touch the ones we know
See if something’s real
Or just shy away
Like we always do
Afraid to make the move
To hide and die alone.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019
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Life in all its complexities with its longings, regrets, memories, fears, inevitabilities. Marvelous, my dear.
Thank you, B, your comment certainly hits the spot.
Not more than your poem, Chris.
Remarkable job.
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Dear Chris, I believe you’ve captured the human condition brilliantly as we start the conclusion of our journey, truths are not for the fragile or the faint of heart. Poignant reminder of what’s to come. On a brighter note, I want to wish you a wonderful and creative Sunday. ~ Mia
And my very best wishes to you top, Mia. Thank you for sharing your thoughts – I’m pleased that you liked this. Life certainly might be easier if we lived in a world of foresight and truthfulness – but better? I’m not so sure!
You’re welcome, Chris. Foresight and Truthfulness sound like lovely distant stars. And thank you, it’s been a nice Sunday so far.
A very moving piece, Chris. Poetry is surely the ‘best’ or most fruitful way to get at our difficult ‘truths’.
You make a valid point, Rachael. Thank you, and I’m going pleased that this moved you.
Poignant piece, Chris. I’ve enjoyed my visit with you this morning 😀
And I have enjoyed reading your thoughts, Melanie – I am delighted that yoy have enjoyed my efforts.