“TIME TO WAKE UP (OR, AT LEAST, OPEN YOUR EYES)!”💙💙💙👅👅

“TIME TO WAKE UP (OR, AT LEAST, OPEN YOUR EYES)!” a poem. a.k.a.: “Birthday Card, On A Deathbed!” June 27, 2018 (Wednesday)

“NOTHING AROUND HERE APPEARS TO BE LASTING!” she thought, one blustery day,

“My relationships, my looks … all’s-fleeting – and, I guess, that is OK!

For I seem unable – to-maintain-things I choose:

My spouse, my shape, my wealth, my health –

All I’m bound to lose;

All these things, I know, I need to keep my peace of mind!”

These-things, the SPEECHLESS, BLIND girl,

Dying-(on her deathbed), ‘SIGNED!’

I arrivEd, in the nick of time,

Before she could complete her rhyme,

To-remind-my-darling, deaf-dumb-and-”dark,”

She needn’t be (pause) so very stark!

It’s true,” said I; “but you’re NOT interred!”

Her tears and whimpers, there, I stirred,

Her senses, as I spoke to one,

Who could not hear – a single pun,

I had for her – and NO SONG WOKE,

HER FROM – HER MALAISE,

And-that’s-no-joke!

YET, STILL I SPOKE, WITH LOVE AND JOY, TO TELL HER THINGS SHE MIGHT EMPLOY; LIKE: “NOTHING LASTS, HERE-OR-ABROAD!” and “NOTHING ENDS, WHEN LOVE DOTH PROD – – – US-AROUND, CLUTCHING FAITH WITH HOPE!”

(pause)

“Why tell me this!!!! You great, big dope!?

I can not hear a word you say; and-I-can-not-speak,

On any day!”

SO, THERE –

She broke that silence-of-fear,

And acknowledged,

SHE COULD HEAR!

And speak and see,

Just fine, thought I!

I glanced the sparkle in her eye,

As-she agreed,

IN-ANGELIC-TONES:

“NOTHING LASTS; CREATION MOANS! YET – ENDINGS ALWAYS WILL GIVE RISE, TO FRESH BEGINNINGS, IN OTHER SKIES!” *

fin. ❤

    • Le Sigh!

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TEXAN COWBOY

About DAZZLED💙

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)