Don’t walk timidly into the day,
Rolling over to words that suffocate
Get crawling over rocks, that would hide us away.
Get on the front foot, don’t delay
Be laughing at words like “degenerate”
The voicing fears, have no sway.
Embrace the precious given day
When “incurable” is dished on a plate
Cast the fear, to a shore far away.
“Go gently” they so often say
We instead choose to consternate,
Charging fiercely and fearlessly into the day.
Don’t go limping into the fray
We stand up and speak to the gait,
Never letting it dictate our way.
“I’m so sorry” they regularly say
They just don’t get we recalibrate,
We don’t want sympathy, it’s not our way.
Don’t go quietly, come what may
Stubbornly refuse those things that grate
Live life fully and seize the day.
A very inspiring poem, the stalwart spirit of people who live with the disease
That first verse intrigued me from the start, 'Get crawling over rocks' what great imagery.
Love it Carl. Like your style and pleased you're on board
Welcome!
To 'channel' the greats, you need to have read; heard or be aware of such. I too heard Thomas but also Byron in your words. But here's the thing, the more you absorb great poetry, the more you develop your own style, perfect and understand, I can't remember what I was smoking but I wrote this stunning piece a couple of years back that began 'When you are old...' Of course it was stunning it was written by Ol' W.B Yeats!
I like this poem very much Carl.
Welcome Carl. So pleased you found us. An interesting style on a strong theme. I look forward to reading more of your work