“ An Instant ” ~ nudges held distant ~

 

There’s an instant

In man’s life clock,

Nudges held distant

Thus to take stock,

Of his ebbing time

The gods but mock,

His maturing soul

Would incite mind,

To divest his whole

Of accumulated finds,

While then given bold

Hence till fate decrees blind,

To adversely admit hedging old!

 

                                                 You’ve no need to wonder,

                                                                you just wait your turn…

“ If Life Should Be Forever ” ~ might this hold being free ~

If one could live forever

Might this hold being free,

Or confuse so the measure

Of a wishful thinking spree,

Else be of bent mind clever

The while deny bid’s plea,

To objurgate a moot debate

On life spans short decree,

By the gods of fixing fate

Who exact this mortal fee,

On mankind destined state

Beckons thus eternal sleep,

Tho beg delay expiry date

We’ve to exit existence’s keep,

Lest this life should be forever!

 

“ I Walk Alone ”~upon this road ~

 

Life has me walk

This reach alone,

To suffer gauge

My weary bones,

With body’s age

I now but trip,

Upon this road

Lacking the fit,

Youth so defined

Tells be the image

Of ebbing time,

With faint recall

Can now but pine,

For home of old

When we explored,

First living bold

Did create lore,

Worth being told

Sufficient to entreat,

What equates hope

Though incomplete,

We’d learnt to cope

Life’s fickle sweeps…

 

I walk alone

In faded colours,

Upon this road

Of no return,

Held be my destined keep!

 

“ Time Out of Mind ”~ begs seek define ~

 

We’ve gone too far,

And now we’re made

To leave behind,

A world abused

In full decline,

Leaving no time

Or resolve to find,

Glean to but mend

Our callous way,

We risk our lifeline

To dominate beyond

Time out of mind,

While far too late

Begs seek define,

How globe is to sustain

Held mortal span’s lifetime,

With man’s destructive vein

Upon a planet loosing hold

He relents not want maim,

Despite life be made short

And death’s grim reach be long,

There’s no time to abort

Man’s devastation too far gone!

 

                                                       Mañana, will be too late…!

 

“ Contribution ”~ of what purpose ~

There comes a time

Said of aspirants,

Your contribution

Has now scant merit,

Hence undermines

What be of worth,

And clutters mind

With offered dearth,

Of views passé

Bears draw the line,

To thus oblige

New age opine,

With neoteric bent

For uncluttered time,

Begs liberal mention

Of enlightened genre…

 

Alas be of what purpose

Weathered contributions,

Declared be of scant merit!

 

                                                – a reflection on man’s eventual worth,

                                                                      while questioning his legacy

                                                                                  of today’s world state – 

                                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier