A Poem by richom


Author: richom
Created: February 13, 2017 at 05:10 pm
Upload Type: Poem, M (16+)  
Category: Personal | Contemporary | Death
Upload Stats: 7 comments and 161 views

My Expiration Date

I'm glad I'm neither milk nor bread
That know when they'll expire.
For no such date on me I've read.
And none do I desire.

I don't believe I'd care to know
When scheduled's my demise.
Instead, I hope that when I go
'Twill be a great surprise.

But if aware of when I'll die,
I could tie up loose ends.
And while still here, I could for my
Transgressions make amends.

Those undone projects I'd postponed
I'd hurriedly complete.
I'd then dispose of all I owned
And life online delete.

Becoming fat would matter not,
So I would gorge all day.
And in remaining time I've got
I'd fav'rite films replay.

I'd cruise around the world once more
If Father Time allows.
And love would make all  night* before
I take my final bows.

All these I might accomplish yet
If day I'll die were told.
But no, I think I'd rather let
The mystery unfold.


Last Modified: February 13, 2017 at 05:12 pm
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Author Notes


* Wishful thinking.


 
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Comments & Reviews ( X 11)



JimSlaughter
April 22, 2017
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Is this a conundrum, Richard, or part of the quandary of life? Would it be best/better to know one's "expiration" date, or, as you suggest, "let the mystery unfold"? I rather lean toward the latter. I love surprises. A darkly funny piece.
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(Author)
Thank you, Jim for finding and reviewing this two-month old posting.  Happily, I haven't expired since posting it, so the mystery continues.

 richom replied on April 23, 2017




matelotrod
February 22, 2017
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Ditto
This must be a common thing amongst our age group Richard. I find that I am planning an easy way out if, and when, things get to be unbearable. Trouble is you cannot get confirmation that it will work as the only people who could tell you have already toddled off. Great subject and well written with your usual thought provoking content. I once wrote a poem about an expiry date being produced on your backside at birth so that you could pick a partner who could toddle off at the same time! Really enjoyed this piece Richard but let's not hurry things yet, I want to read more of your work for some time to come. Take extra care Rod.
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(Author)
Thank you, Rod.  Is that poem in your portfolio?   If so, what is its title?
In a different vein, I'm  determined  not to rot away helplessly in a nursing home, so I've also prepared two ways out if needed.  But, as you say, there's no hurry.  
Hope your problems with WN are soon solved.

 richom replied on February 22, 2017




taylor12
February 19, 2017
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Tim McGraw wrote a song on just this subject called " Live Like You Were Dying". Look it up and give it a listen! I always love to read your thoughts, keep informing us.



(Author)
Thank you very much, Taylor.  I found the McGraw lyrics online and see what you mean.

 richom replied on February 20, 2017




SaintDharumis
February 15, 2017
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Wilfred Owen is that you?
Perfect meter. Perfect rhyme. I adore the way you experiment with sentence structure. For example: "And in remaining time I've got / I'd fav'rite films replay."

Both the apostrophes and the switching-around of words help to keep the wonderful rhythm moving along. Bravo!



(Author)
Thank you very much.  As you no doubt know, the switching around of words is necessary at times in order to fit the meter being used.  This poem was written in iambic meter which requires that every other syllable be an accented one,  This gives it the rhythmic abababab beat.  My prior submission before this (Musical Medley)  was written in anapest meter with every third syllable being an accented one (aabaabaabaabaab),
To make the accents fit the meter means that sometimes words must be rearranged.

 richom replied on February 16, 2017




Valentine
February 14, 2017
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Really good write.
Such truths in this write, had to smile as my own thoughts came up about myself, Valentine
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SketerMichaels
February 14, 2017
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Don't know when
but it's like my granddad used to say before his time came,"We've all got that appointment to keep." You make dying sound like an awful lot of fun , but actually it is life that is giving off all the joy. Funny when we are confronted with death how much living we decide to start doing. This is a very well written and rhymed and it reads flawlessly.
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(Author)
I agree that it sounds somewhat flippant, but oddly the nearer I get to death, the less I fear it.  I'm over eighty and have accepted its inevitability.  Thank you for your kind review.

 richom replied on February 14, 2017




michaelgallatin
February 13, 2017
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The best part is...
how you added "wishful thinking", cute and clever. I think there's pros and cons either way. Personally I'd like to die quietly in my sleep. Yet with the finest death I believe I ever read about the lady knew fully she would die. I'm talking about Douglas Spaulding's grandmother in Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury. What a wonderful way to leave this crazy world! One by one she says goodbye to her family, Douglas last. Then she pulls up the covers around her in bed and quietly leaves them. What a moment of dignity, acceptance, understanding, contentment, fulfillment and peace! I wish to be that lucky and blessed. A fine poem about a difficult subject and well worthy of a spotlight!

Namaste,
Mike
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Oh crap, missed the rating! Sorry! It would have been five.

Mike

 michaelgallatin replied on February 13, 2017


(Author)
Simply pull the covers over your head when it's time to go.  How splendid.  " 'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd."
Thank you very much, Michael.

 richom replied on February 14, 2017




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