Posterity

And the king said all is vanity

Tracing out an ivory coated though wasted life
Looking through the many scarlet lies
I have perchance come to see

That all was not, or never was as I expected to find
You know those fabrications were not all mine

Yet In turns, fast running out of time
The age of ruin was not defined
To me, and yes you too!

Age stare's out of refracted glass
Skin once firm, now hangs in flaps

My life like a wheel is running fast
Although I write nothing lasts
Futility mixed with a longing for a youth wasted

In foolish trivial pursuits
A cycle of girls, parties and various debaucheries

Has in the end left me with far to many friends
They hang on
Like leeches bleeding the sacrificial calf

Ivory towers
Do not forever inspire

My end in plaintive sight
Is not a thing I would wish to behold
If only I could leave, just a single lasting mark

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Ah...hoodoos and voodoos of Bryce Canyon. Lovely pic!

My life like a wheel is running fast
Although I write nothing lasts
Futility mixed with a longing for a youth wasted

I can't help but think of King Henry when I read this poem.
The more powerful find the humility of age unbearable to
bear. In they die, just the way all of us do.
Wonderful poem.

[An owl on the moon]

What a longing desperation there seems to be here.. a sadness in reflections over days and years and filled with haunting metaphors... Your last line sings of that desire for a legacy...

[Dewella~Vintella]

For some reason, everytime I read something of yours...its elegant, flowing and beautiful, but I always have this small hint of humor in the background. Maybe thats just me, and I am not complaining, because its only makes the read all the more better.

Once again, great job.

Vinny~

[xjust-for-me.x]

Excellent.

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life full of regrets? how melancholy...your words are haunting..

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a classic flavor runs the lines of seeking~ you've done the seeking aspect for relevance quite well here~