Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week are: grave, firm and heated.
An Unheated Life
Before the grave there’s not much time
To make sense of this pantomime,
This charade where we all must play
Roles, some given, often cliché,
Roles where we seek some sort of rhyme
Or reason, to explain wartime
When we deserve a life sublime
But must battle through every day
Before the grave.
The firm promise of a lifetime
Is absent, is just a ‘sometime’
Promise, given in an off-hand way
By authorities of the day
Who ask no more but overtime
Before the grave.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2016
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Well put together thoughts (before the grave)
ReplyDeleteArgh! It really feels this way, doesn't it. That second stanza... damn those authorities.
ReplyDeleteI guess that's why we do it isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThat marble headstone, soon to be overgrown with moss.
I think I'd settle with some overtime after the grave - I'd love to haunt a few people and places!
ReplyDeleteI have grave feelings about this.
ReplyDeleteluv these lines, for there is a war going on every where, i'd say
ReplyDelete"Or reason, to explain wartime
When we deserve a life sublime
But must battle through every day
Before the grave."
much love...
Bleak. That's the word I saw in my mind as I read this. You took away the heat, darkening the picture and indeed, invoking a grave of emptiness, time passed in a fruitless rhyme. A thought-provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis was wonderful and very dark. I loved it.
ReplyDeletefor most this is true. some try to manage their own space and time
ReplyDeletebefore death.
this is life before death
When we deserve a life sublime
ReplyDeleteBut must battle through every day
Before the grave.
Life is but a struggle. Nothing can be seen as plain sailing!
Hank
Your poem gave me pause for thought ~~
ReplyDeleteReality in the raw for most.
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