Every year, it comes
unbeknownst
that quiet hour of passing
that date awaiting etching to
marble memory
and I
oblivious to finality
marching, marching, marching,
my matters to attend
I do not bend
to notice
nor pause consideration
to the end
This graceful anniversary
shall come reversed
no wine
no candles
and unrehearsed
Happy anniversary….
Wooohoooo
It doesn’t look very happy, does it? LOL
Thanks for reading, Peter!
I can make it happy for you….lol
That’s what I like to hear!
As it may be a memorial for the passing of someone, it holds a momento mori!
It’s really contemplating the day of your death in advance… the anniversary to come that only others will remember. There’s a date and an hour that you live through every year which will one day be your very last moment.
I don’t know why your reply reminds me of a Nickelback’s clip video. Haha
Yes, totally true!
That would be the day I follow suit… I don’t remember I have read this… you’re hiding things from me…mmmmm
I’d never hide anything from you, Sam
I don’t do that anymore, contemplate the day of my death. I’ve had too many near misses.
This is uniquely you, remembering the anniversary that is to come.
Actually, I’m a fan of Emily Dickenson, and this is inspired by her work
Still all you, girl