When things fall into place again
It will be because I shape them
Things don't really fall into place,
We make or unmake them
When I am old and look back on life
I don't want to be left crying
I want to have lived an imperfect life
Content that it is so and still surviving
When things come round my way again
I will keep my ears open longer
Everything that kills and rebuilds you
Makes you stronger.
Saturday, October 1
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2 comments:
awesome poem. I liked every line, each stanza. From the get-go, you get right to the heart of the matter, dispelling any myths about 'good things happening to those who wait'. This is echoed in the next stanza and in some strange way is really uplifting. Not wanting to look back on some fairy-tale life that will never happen, just one that was yours. I love, at the end, how you turned that cliched phrase on its head and evoked a much more powerful and personal idea of rebirth, rising from the ashes. And not as a Phoenix, just a human being. Wonderful.
That is an excellent analysis of the poem. Thank you very much for taking the time to read and comment on it.
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