It’s not so much a mark of mere punctuation
But rather it’s a sign, of life and it’s duration
As we look upon each chiselled stone
All standing to attention
We try to truly look aloof and hide the apprehension
Of humanity’s mortality
Our final destination
As we reflect, the Danish Prince
Ignites a flame that burns
‘That undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns’
How can you believe in destiny without a destination?
How can you build a building without an estimation?
Purpose is the reason, Intent the Creator’s cause
For no one is an accident please let me give you pause…
But it’s the dash between the dates that makes me write today
And dash as we might and dash as we may
Each wistful fleeting moment can be stolen from our life an’
What joy is it to be summarised by a simple stone-carved hyphen?!?
Space is the distance between the matter
If no space then what’s the matter?!
Without my birth I wouldn’t live
Without my death no riddle
No eulogy no mourning friends
If no beginning and no end
Why even have a middle?!
But upon a day four decades past
I breathed fresh air anew
And as my lungs let out a yell
I declared myself alive
And this is why I want to live
And not to just survive!
To make the space between more meaningful
Take time to rest and savour
A life that’s full of life and hope
That’s bursting out with flavour!
Life is but a vapour, now you see it now… You don’t
Maybe you’ll accept my words, maybe you just won’t
But invest your life into other people
Your words into each other
Sow kindness ‘stead of selfishness
Make every man your brother
Leave a legacy of love that lives on inside your friends
Not a trail of bitterness that thankfully just ends.
The moment that you stepped on stage
Your inextinguished fire raged
Not cowering behind the curtain
Your words, your lines are there for certain
To raise your eyes towards the skies
And watching your dawning day arise!
The moment that you entered life you came in with a yell
Let generosity and courage ring loud like sounding bell
When time arrives for to depart
Your looks won’t matter, just your heart
So riding steed into the night
Don’t ever cease to fight the fight
But sound aloud your victory cry
For when freedom sings, your demons fly!
P J Deakin 2015 ©