Eroded Paths
Poppy's Prompt #5
If time would not erode
the lives that we are livin
And the wind carried the loads
of the things that we've forgiven
Could we paint us a picture
to describe where we've been
Sealed up in an envelope
and relive them again
But we must live with the fact
we all have to walk that fine line
The earth expands and contracts
until we've run out of time
Death will descend on each soul
and the scores are erased
The next one pays his own tolls
until we've all been replaced
So, what's it all for
can you explain it to me
My mom died at 84
my dad 93
And the things that they worked for
All the things that they did
So that we wouldn't want for
what they did as a kid
Like paint the wind washes
causing it to erode
Time eventually squashes it
at the end of the road
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Ah, you and King Solomon both pose some very fine questions!
Amazing writing, Kelli. I love the line about sealing it up in an envelope.
This is so impactful and saddening.
This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!
I think about how my husband has family that lived into their 80s, 90s and even 103. My dad died young and my mother made it to 75 and that wasn't enough!❤️My kids are doing well and I am comfortable. I am decluttering now at 70, mostly so someone else doesn't have to do it!😉