Not for a life time
But of time alive,
Fate holds be mine
To explore demise,
As nature’s design
Of erudition drive,
For a human assign
In a complex devise,
Be suspect durability
That we want define,
Ceding be its brevity
Ought facilitate mind,
For its one only life
In a scant fix of time,
Has man ever puzzling
Till he realized best not find,
He was born to indeterminate end
With longevity be as fate so inclines!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a canapé 
How beautifully said!!! I took a deep breath when I read the first two lines: “Not for a life time But of time alive…” Your ability to capture the complexity of our finite existence provides hours of reflection. Have a wonderful day – thank you for adding joy to my day.
Ah… Rebecca, you do have a way of pulling together the subtleties of a reflection together, thus so to force immediately to the surface the important nuances of a difficult aspect of human life, more or less throughout, looming over us ever more so as we move closer to the other end of our short stay.
Thank you for constantly being there, and as well your helpful and constructively beautiful comments on my humble scribbles.
Jean-Jacques
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Beautiful poem.
Thanks again, Paulette… I suppose, sooner or later, we all start to wonder to some extent how far does it go!
Jean-Jacques
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