Monday, January 23, 2023
Tuesday, January 10, 2023
Cheating Death
When I think
To cheat death
It is not entirely
Of my own behest
I think more so
Of the loss of my love
For without her
Life is merely
A living death
For, whilst I
Would most certainly
Continue to pour my love
In her direction
The receptacle of response
Receiving and returning
Would reside distant
On a far other shore
Without her
My heart would shatter
My life would be
Broken shards of glass
It is purely selfish of me
I completely realize
Be that as it may
Every day is now a treasure
I bask completely
In the radiance of her smile
I luxuriate absolutely
Neath the warmth of her touch
Cheat death ?
Oh, yes I will
Every day
I will live
I will feel her passion
I will cling to her
Lest you fret
She is not gone
She is not dying
Any more than any of us
Still, every day
I will love her
And be loved in return
And we will cheat death
Together
© Ron Simpson Jr.
January 10, 2023