From cradle to grave

What will he become in life  where will  it lead
given but this one chance
shall he be a leader of men or devote himself
to family in his only dance

Where does the world around  draw his steps
around this very earth or more
will he take the chances offered
any further than opening his own door

Who will stand at the gates  when his life is done
who will judge  him enough or how often
and then who will ease his burdens
if rest becomes too hard who’ll soften

There is no more need to judge each man’s
path beyond good or bad
for he himself will bring  this  final tally
of all that he has or had

But by gods  own hand let him first live
beyond the innocent youth and all it’s worth
not to die before his time
as there is but this one life on earth

If life itself is just  he may die healthy and aged
not curled in unearthly disease
and  die  knowing full well he truly lived
and that new things grew from him with ease

Other than his god what  measure of a man from  cradle to grave
and who has the final say
But one man unto himself
from the very first to the very last day

EdF
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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, or in poetry, in story perhaps to sort out the missing from the found perhaps and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their own words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

8 thoughts on “From cradle to grave

  • April 29, 2017 at 12:30 PM
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    Thank you Phyllis , and thank you as always for the edit …..:-} What would we do without you ?

    • April 29, 2017 at 1:42 PM
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      You are most welcome, Ed, and you are so kind. Your poem reminds me of a song I used to play so many years ago when my fingers were flexible enough to play the guitar or banjo. “Life is like a mountain ralway, with an engineer that’s brave. We must make the run successful, from the cradle to the grave.” It is an old song and I love it. Patsy Cline sang a nice version of it with Willie Nelson. Boxcar Willie also sang it well, my favorite version. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CP73ha50V58

  • April 29, 2017 at 4:15 PM
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    Great poetry, Ed, and the words oh so true. All a man can do is try to live life the best he can, hoping his deeds were good and leaving it all up to God to judge. To die from old age in your sleep and not in pain is the ultimate goal.

  • April 29, 2017 at 4:27 PM
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    Thank you John , You guys are doing an awesome job as usual , I hope you know how much we all appreciate that !

  • April 30, 2017 at 12:08 AM
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    Some great phrasing here Ed, and very well rendered to pose that question: re the judgement that is believed to come after mortal death. We can only do our best in life, and what comes after, we’ll find out soon enough. Great work my friend.

  • May 10, 2017 at 8:54 AM
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    I really did like this for the feeling of peace in a prayer of surrender.

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