Idle thoughts in rhyme, submitted to Poets United
Poetry Pantry #399, and to dVerse Open Link #218.
March 16, 2018
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Sometimes, as our life progresses
There are moments we show no concern
Absorbed with our busy thought processes
They pass by to never return
They're the last times
A lunch with favorite people
Lifetime friendships honed by the years
The next time a chair may be empty
And what’s left memories and tears.
It was the last lunch.
A cheek turned to his goodbye kiss
As he hurried out the door
A screech of brakes and shatter of glass
And life as she knew it is no more.
It was the last kiss.
She waved as the schoolbus pulled away
A day to be gloriously free
But madness stalked the classroom
And he fell to a bullet he didn’t see.
It was their last day.
We must treasure the special moments
And consider what we do and say
There is no guarantee for tomorrow
Perhaps all we have is today.
And the last times.
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This is a good reminder. We do have to treasure each day, not knowing whether it is our last. Or it is the last of someone we care about & will not have the opportunity to see again.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wise and philosophical piece
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully wise and a good reminder for all times to come 💜
ReplyDeleteWell expressed and so true. Also we should pray for God's protection from these terrible adversities. Good poem.
ReplyDeleteYou have written words of wisdom, enjoy the moments as we just never know if or when circumstances will alter the journey.
ReplyDeletehow true those special moments.. loved the poem and what it expressed
ReplyDeleteHauntingly true, and what prompts me to never stay mad and make sure my goodbyes are loving and best as they could be the last.
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
So true, Bev, and so many tears after those last times. Lovely to read you this morning.
ReplyDeleteRead this one before but appreciation for today is deeper in the light of 105th anniversary of the Sinking of The Titanic
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard today
much love...
P.S.
Singular: haiku; Plural: haiku
I am remiss. Abject apologies.
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DeleteTomorrow is not promised to anyone.
ReplyDeleteYour rhymes are so full of wisdom and appreciation for this moment. Thank you for reminding us how precious is our time.
ReplyDeleteA well written sad, but understood read, for me.
ReplyDeleteZQ
This gave me goosebumps. An impactful and wise piece. And, once again, your rhyme is stunning.
ReplyDeleteA poem that's right up my street! Thank you for reminding us about precious moments.
ReplyDeletea timely reminder of the fragility of our times. the poem expresses that very well.
ReplyDeleteYes, thanks. We have to treat each day as it were the last.
ReplyDeleteLife often holds too many last times. But of course we don't know, until we do.
ReplyDeleteThe fourth paragraph went in a different direction than I expected, but it was a powerful turn.
ReplyDeleteSad but true. Alas, we so often need reminding.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, this is so on point. This is just what I needed to read.
ReplyDeleteSo true. We never know when it will be the last anything.
ReplyDeleteA very good reminder that today and now are precious times ~
ReplyDeleteGood points about treasuring the special moments when we have them.
ReplyDeleteIt's so hard to do, but every moment can be the last one.
ReplyDeleteFrom one moment to the next we live, never really knowing.
ReplyDeleteThis really resonates with me at this time. I had lunch for the first time in years with a childhood friend a few years ago, never imagining it would also be the last time I would ever see her again. Life gives us so many "last times" that we would never suspect. Thanks for this wonderful reminder, Bev.
ReplyDeletehard stuff, but so true, dear Bev!
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