In Life’s Frantic Run

Life's Frantic Run
Life’s Frantic Run

The hemophiliac bleeds,
the lover grieves
and dark souls await the recompense,
while day smiles and night reviles
the darkness in pursuit,
as lives end, unknown to men,
the known with golden caskets,
while the wealthy thrive,
as poverty writhes in sufferance,
and still we all bleed, we all breathe,
begin and end encumbered,
while life ambivalent
watches with knowing eyes,
the task at hand, or equivalent.

Pain may be our circumstance,
joy may sweetly carry us,
love en-wrap or hatred cap our days,
while struggle endless, or world at hand,
some relish others command their say,
leaders, followers, teachers and students,
humans on parade,
as days turn time into years,
and through all the tears,
we learn or disregard the fray,
be lost of heart from the start
or stoic we remain,
until time dictates the sum
of all we’ve learned, to lay in the cold, dark earth.

Striving, indolent, selfish, noble,
each a turn of phrase,
as life ensues and time reduce our play,
and gathered souls in like abound,
or solitary we are profound,
as paths decide our struggles,
the obstacles of our wants,
while others steal our innocence,
and cynical we become,
or perhaps a heart so open,
it always finds the trap,
the map of buried treasure
excluding that X,
perplexed and disillusioned we may become…
in life’s frantic run.

Tony DeLorger
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

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