The Next to go.

The Next To Go.Who will be the next to go?
My friends are going fast.
The Reaper Death, is not slow,
But I think he will take me last.
Deaths it seem to run in three,
It is strange but very true,
A few more left then me it will be.
It chills me through and through,
To watch them go one after another,
Fills me with a strange dread,
There is no place to run for cover.
Then it will be me that is dead.
I have lived three score years and ten,
Some never reach this old age,
Now it is a matter of how and when.
For the Reaper must fill the old adage.
I must admit I have had a good run,
Others did not go the full course,
In my life I had great fun,
I am by no means filled with remorse.

— Bernard Shaw, Mar 11, 2010

Critiques

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

A celebration of a life

A celebration of a life lived to its fullest Bern ... beautifully done ...but tinged with the sadness of loss along the way lovely poem bern love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

Bernard Shaw

16 years 3 months ago

Jayne-Chloe

Thank you Jayne-Chloe, Yes my Dear the poem is filled with sadness and also a little remorse. I am one of those people that want to see and live through the next centuries just to see how God-Like; mankind will or might become. The newest of inventions leave me gasping. What will man think up next. I am waiting for the Quark motor, it will be a motor or rocket system that will use the quarks coming from the sun; millions a second. What a fuel that will be, unending, driving man faster than the speed of light from one sun system to the next. What races will we meet, what other inventions will we be able to play with. This life's biggest invention is undoubtedly the Computer. How many of us would be writing poems and sending them all around the world. Why one can write a novel and have it printed just by clicking a mouse. The mind boggles. Leaving you Jayne-Chloe with these thoughts enjoy the poems and little stories but above all enjoy Life. love bern.

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

The irony in the truest

The irony in the truest sense of the duality: life/death, IS that we are the first to come and the last to go. Love, Anna "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." ~ Paul Valery

Tam the Chanter

16 years 3 months ago

death

The preacher screamed out "Hell is full of drunks, gamblers and prostitutes!" A voice from the back of the hall "Death, where is thy sting!" We all got to go sometime, and as a sixties child I feel I've seen the best of it. PS I didn't write the gag Ian

Bernard Shaw

16 years 3 months ago

Ian.

Ian, I am not a church goer, I do have my beliefs and they involve no known church. I have in my long life met many Priests, Vicars and other so called religous Leaders. I am afraid that not one of them could convince me about any known religon. I have always tried to live and let live.If I do have to sit through eternity on a cloud playing a harp, I am afraid there will be many mistones in Heaven as I am I am sorry to say anon musical man and yes Death has no sting for me. I will go as I came with I hope a smile on my face. Bern As A Fellow Parkie Ian you might like this poem Bern My Life. I see my future I see my past, Nothing is as it was it cannot last. Ageing bones tired worn out flesh, I am trapped in a finely spun mesh. Shaky old hands that do not obey, A voice that is weak; Do you hear what I say? Tripling steps that want to run, Going for a walk is no more fun. A mouth that dribbles, No control, Parkinson plays an ever-greater role. Waiting for my tablets to help me along. I am now a weakling no more the strong. A "Jack Of All Trades," was once my boast, Now I cannot even make myself some toast. He has lost his will to fight, I can hear you say it, It is not right. I will fight until my last breath, For I am not the kind of person to fear death. Perhaps I will see a cure for Parkinson, Then I will know I have had a good run. I will balance the good against the bad, A loving wife is what I have had. She has accompanied me down the years, Helped me when I shed my tears, Not tears of self pity; Oh no, Tears for hardships of friends that I know. I have had one very happy life, For I was blessed with a loving wife. I always had work and earned a wage, Went for trips never lived in a cage. So I will be thankful for all of the good. It is something I would share with you if I could. As for the bad Parkinson and my old age, Please bear with me if I sometimes rage.

Tam the Chanter

16 years 3 months ago

Parkies

When I was down I wrote this So why do I feel like this -- so down? Why don't I count my blessings (that's my Anne) Yet things conspire to give my face a frown. With pathetic fumblings I'm just half a man The lady with the stick fell on the path Anne rushed to help her husband get her up I stood and watched, a useless Naff And felt the flood of misery fill my cup. This holiday has shown some things to me And I am well aware of what they are For without Anne I simply cannot be And without me I know she'd be a star So why do I feel so down?--get real! I look at all my troubles and despair My cheery face may hide the way I feel While inside I am falling down life's stair Fortunately I feeel much better now Ian

Bernard Shaw

16 years 3 months ago

Thanks Eph, May I return the compliment bern

For Eph with his wonderful sense of humour. Doctor’s Fee. I have a serious question, Have you a remedy for me. I suffer from indigestion, And cannot afford a Doctor’s fee. Ice cream is my favourite, I eat it every day, There is nothing like it But it does not really pay. For it creases my tummy, I eat far too much. But it is so yummy, And I like it as such. Thankful I would be, For any good advice. Do not try to stop me, For that would not be nice. Perhaps I should warm the ice cream, even make it hot, Now that would be a dream, which I rather like a lot. So I will not go to a Doctor, for I cannot pay the fee. But in the future, I will drink a cup of tea.

magics02

16 years 3 months ago

What a poem Bern

Wow I love your writes young man. And it is so true to word here, never knowing when your time is up. To live each moment as if it's your last and know that you when it is your time your words will echo in many a book of yours forever. Love, Mona xoxox

Bernard Shaw

16 years 3 months ago

Mona.

Too true Mona, we do not know when the reaper of death will come for us but as sure as we are born each day leads to the end. For some it is a long hard road for others well they seem to have it easy, but do they? Well worth thinking about.My book is my legacy for all the children of this world. Fairy Tales to take the kids minds off of their troubles; or I like to think so Greetings from Bern.

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