“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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