Posted by sailpappy (166.72.152.5) on June 22, 2000 at 14:05:43:
In Reply to: life-the interactive play posted by August on June 22, 2000 at 11:25:50:
I wrote this poem a long time ago while contimplating my own demise due to the CH problem
My Good Friend Jim was sailing with Old Sailpappy one day and dead the next, his wife read this as his euology after he passed on from Hep C (Unrelated to my infection) Here today and gone tomorrow, just like that! Sailpappy
Thank full Passage
The Day's pass like fluffy clouds
High above our earthly bounds
No interpretations or demeaner may
From their enevitable path make them stray
With no apparent purpose exposed
Away they fly,as the wind blows
I see each day as anew it comes
To bring it's cargo to everyone
To breathe new life into each moment so
To smell the scents and aromas blown
To love and hate and wild oats sown
We live so fast as do the clouds
That our affect might not be felt
Just as the little drop of rain
Consumed by the massive ground
Our lifes seemingly have little meaning
But that one little seed by the drop is hit
To bring forth it's treasure of life
So our existance might seem dismal and small
Except to the ones by which our passions fall
To feed their fires of life and love
And if graced by the lord above
To live a life filled with joy
To share a feeling known by only a few
To bear a child and see it reared
In a world completely void of fear
I know now that when my time comes
I'll be one of the lucky ones
For I have shared my life and love
With the fulfillment of all my dreams
I've seen all of lifes ups and downs
and felt the joys of everyone
In the days that have seen my presence
In the company of the few I've known
There have been many pleasures
But by far the best has been shown
To be the time I have been given
To spend with the ones I love.
John J. Hallahan III