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!
Poetry on a Canapé 
Interesting way to put it, would it be freedom or confusing. I’ve often pondered this same question. Lovely poem JJ.
And so have I pondered, still do but with time (more precisely age) in retrospect inclined to have thought it would be a kind of freedom, yet as years drop off believing it surely would in time be very confusing. Especially seeing your intimates and loved ones aging way beyond yourself and what this ultimately implies. However an interesting issue of imagination, sufficient in part to have caused the writing of this poem… and hopefully provoking others to comment, as you have dear Paulette. I thank you for this, my friend! Jean-Jacques