Counting down the days
Until I’m gone,
It could be short,
But it won’t seem long.
You see:
I fear I won’t amount
To much either way,
I just hope my words
Will live to see the day.
When people remember,
My preference, a child,
That something I’ve written
Made them feel wild;
Fantasy enthused
For at least a short while,
I think that I’d like that;
I think I would smile.
So, I’ll strive to pour out
The words that I hold
And regardless of critics
Always be bold,
So when that clock strikes
My final hurrah,
Perhaps, someone will know
My name in that hour.
I’m wagging my finger at you out of frustration.
Like a dog with a long tail, or an angry chipmunk?
More like the angry chipmunk, I’m afraid.
I thought so
But with very sad whiskey eyes looking at you!!!
As long as you didn’t sing like Alvin I wouldn’t mind.
I don’t sing, so you are safe.
Phew!!! :p
Always a seat up here in the tower for you Richard.
Thanks, you’re a pal 🙂
We’ll write scribbles on paper planes and drop them like leaves to the ants scrambling around below. 😉
I like the sound of it
I do that I count days! I’ve always counted days! So many days till this time or that time. It’s amazing you think like this! I do know your words live on and they make a huge difference. Look at my Pa, his words till speak to me everyday. I do believe with everyone there is a wilderness time where we feel like this aimless! Not that you do but I feel that way sometimes! Thought provoking Richard! I like this!
I feel like it all the time. And I’m a terrible counter. When I wake in the night I look to the clock and calculate every possible scenario in minutes. I used to anyway. Not quite as bad now as I don’t face it.
Wow me too! I turn the clock around. I think if I go back to sleep I will have precisely this many minutes…I went to sleep at 1 am and woke up at 4 am. that’s three hours, then starts my conversation can I function on 3 hours. Yep I can and am today! That was last night!
I’ll take the padded cell next to yours 🙂
OMG that was so good! I think I will grow fond of a straight jacket! As long as they have PINK I’m good:D
I don’t know what to say–again. So worrisome.
Don’t worry. I had a nice fast run today and that cheered me up.
Okay, good. I should run, or at least walk–but I may just go back to bed and never get up.
Don’t do that. Don’t let those idiots that live around you win.
It’s not them right now–it’s the inner demons; you’re familiar with that, I’m certain.
Sure am, and I’m sorry. Not much someone can say to get rid of them. I could threaten to take your crisps away but I don’t think I’d get out alive.
Well, I haven’t had crisps for awhile–switched to Cheetos. You’d get out alive alright, but you’d be dragging me–clinging to your ankles–as I begged, “Take me with you, Please!”
LOL
There–made you laugh!
It’s the vision of trying to shake you off without hurting you.
Oh, I’m tough–and tough to get rid of. You might need to use one of those attack dog code words: “Release!” (or “Damn it, RELEASE!”)
I’d wave a Cheeto at you that should do it.
Might–depends how hungry I am.
Hmm, you seem to outthink my every move. I’ll have to recalculate.
I’m chuckling away here–you’re too good to me. Wish I could bake you something nice and bring it over.
The thought is appreciated
You’re welcome–problem is, I usually eat it all!
No dont go 😭😭
Ok, I’ll stay 😄
Dont scare me !!
Your legacy will live on long after you’re gone, but it’d make me smile if you’d stay around a while. 🙂
I’m sure gonna try, and thanks, Carrie 🙂
Very moving poem, Richard. A writer friend of mine once said that for us writers, the words we put to paper now will be our legacy. True indeed.
Well said, Miranda
The contemplation within this is so smooth, but gripping at the same time. This is a truly relatable worry. I always wonder if I’ll be gone before I amount to something. Through your magnificence, Richard, you will never be forgotten. But how about you stay around a while longer! 🙂
I’m going to try, Adelie. I’ve just had some chocolate so that helps 😉
Oh, chocolate helps EVERYTHING! 😀
🙂
I do this. In many ways I think my time is almost over. I did what I was supposed to do and now I am just existing with no real purpose. I realize how terrible it sounds, but I think about it a lot. More and more these past few years. Morbid I know.
I’m very morbid deep down it balances out the happy exterior. Goes with being a Gemini.
yeh – my ex husband is one and so was Bill (bdays two days apart – talk about weird). i am not – an Aquarian – the head in the clouds artsy fartsy dreamer person – not certain where my morbidity comes from. i should be seeing possibilities not a finale. right?
I don’t know if I know any other Aquarians, you could be unique?
Like a finger print perhaps? Oh, I sense a poem there somewhere….
LOL And, of course, I should have said, IS unique. 😄
Hah hah. I have given you a poem idea. I would write it but it isn’t dismal enough. 😉 I write dark dismal stuff. 😉 this has an air of beauty and romance to it – not my forte. 😕
Not mine either. I like dark. I only do fluffy to not look morbid.
Okay. I have read your fluffy – it is beautiful and heartfelt.
Maybe we should give the finger print idea to Desiree.?
If we tell her not to do it she’ll be more likely to. Reverse psychology.
PS if you read this D it’s all K’s doing.
You are evil….😈
I’m innocent in all this, just a patsy!!!!! 😉
Moi, aussi. 👹
Oui, Madame, mais bien sûr.
Someone does know your name, learns it or is reminded of it when you share your poetry. =)
Thank you
So achingly beautiful! Love that image too.
Thanks, Himani 🙂