Before it is
Too Late
Rest your
weary arm,
the machine
will wait awhile;
think past
yourself,
to your
children,
and the way you
leave them.
Indulge not
in worldly delight,
but lay your
soul bare
to reason,
exposed to doubt,
free from
the night,
clothed in
sunlight
See the
world
through
youthful eyes,
with hope
and wonder,
where choice
still exists.
Open the
door for better-
leave them
with something
more than
your sentence;
a slave to desire,
forever
hunting,
restless in
wanting
Your
weathered body,
your
tortured mind,
are relics
of a society
determined by
this moment.
Prepare for
their future,
for their
future is near;
do not condemn
them
to your life
living
without cheer,
dying of
fear
Give them
wisdom
of your
mistakes.
Whether they
take it
is not your
concern,
only that
your faults
survive to
inspire
a new
generation
evaluating
how you
chased shades
of desire,
changed
shapes of an empire
a prompt from Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-A-Day challenge. had to write a glosa which is 4 ten-line stanzas, lines 6,9,10 rhyming, and each ending with a consecutive line from a four-line poem [excerpt]. was difficult and took a while, but happy with the result.
‘Clothed in sunlight
restless in wanting
dying of fear
Changed shapes of an empire’
from “Lamerica” by Jim Morrison
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