Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Old

Old?

If only the good die young,
What went so wrong for me to be around?
If I’m old enough to know better,
Why do I make mistakes when it matters?

If my life began in September rather than May,
Why don’t we celebrate my Conception day?
If there is true heavenly life after death,
Why isn’t everyone wishing for their last breathe?

If I’m past my mid point in existence,
When will be the day of my last dance?
If I keep asking these questions,
Will God answer out of frustration?

Or just knock me off to get a little silence.


By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs

1 comment:

GM said...

I really like this poem. You're quite prolific.