Now you’re here,
Tho far too soon
You’re gone,
Leaving no reason
To the surrounds,
Save suggest year
Had but one season
Rather unclear,
Seen fulltime grey
With baleful demons,
No longer able
Kept at bay,
And so fate chose
You disappear,
To not extend
You suffer appear,
Another morrow’s day!
Poetry on a canapé 
The hand of fate and the lesson here is sobering. It says it so well. The benediction in not extending suffering into the morrow… sad.
It seems we humans, supposedly arrive at some point in time, when we face the demons of reality, and an approximation of where we are to what may be left of our lives. I thought sharing this expression of reality, thru my ‘here now and soon gone’ poem, might put the issue in its proper perspective. Thanks again Paulette. Jean-Jacques
A profound reminder that we must be eager participants in creating communities that fosters hope and believes in possibilities. I believe that we all make a difference. We will disappear, but our memories live on in others. 🙂
I planted a seed, and you brought forth the flower… Thank you Rebecca for making the difference. Jean-Jacques
What a great conversation!
I agree! Jean-Jacques you generate wonderful conversations!
I am both honoured and flattered by your words, as well as your ongoing interest. The likes of yours, Paulette’s and a very select number of others with whom I exchange thoughts and opinions are my important and indeed lifeline encouragement to my poetic scribbles. Thank you for being one of these very special friends! Jean-Jacques
We are on a grand adventure! Together!!!
Ah!… Thank you Rebecca, how wonderful, and I most certainly do appreciate your company! Jean-Jacques
Never twice . . .
If you mean we only get one go, I’ve never met, heard, or seen anyone who came back to say it was his or her second time around… so yes, never twice! Jean-Jacques