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Gazing…at the Stars

Pleiades Star Cluster

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So today just became my official “I’ve lost it” day.  I have written 5 poems for absolutely no reason.  I just don’t write poems.  I haven’t since high school so it’s kind of weird.  Anyway, I thought I’d share my favorite with you:

Gazing

When I was one, I had no purpose
Nor did I know or care
When I was three, no purpose still
But no worse did I fare

When I was six, nothing had changed
I still was not depressed
When I was ten, I still had none
And that suited me best

At fifteen, my life had no point
Cursed was my fate
At twenty-one, I knew no purpose
I decided I must wait

At twenty-eight, still nothing came
I began to feel alone
At thirty-six, life was purposeless
Sorrow became my home

At forty-five, my pointless life
Was forcing me to see
At fifty-five, I had no purpose
It was not meant to be

At sixty-six, still nothing there
And it began to show
At seventy-eight, I gave up hope
I had nowhere to go

At ninety-one, I lay on my deathbed
That’s when I understood
My purpose passed me as I waited
In my life, I’d done no good

At fifteen, had I been any wiser
I’d have done well in school
At twenty-one, I’d have fallen in love
If I’d not been such a fool

At twenty-eight, I’d have my children
Had I not waited so long
At thirty-six, I’d be the best dad
If I’d not have been so wrong

At forty-five, my kids would all be grown
And that’s when I would see
At fifty-five, they’d have their own lives
My purpose would be my legacy

At sixty-six, my whole life would change
Kids would have kids of their own
At seventy-eight, my wife and I
Could have settled down at home

And at ninety-one, I’d not be alone
As I lay there near-dead
I could have had them all around
Standing by my bed

So my last dying words, you see
I’ll tell you what they are
There is no purpose you will reach
Just GAZING at the stars

– Paul Scott

P.S. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

 
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Posted by on December 13, 2010 in Original Works

 

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A Case of the Mondays

William Ernest Henley

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I’ve detected a pattern in my new blog thus far.  The previous two Mondays I have shared quotes with you!  It seems only right that I continue that tradition until the time when this blog comes to an end, which I hope will never be.  The quote I’d like to share with you today is actually a poem by William Ernest Henley.  Thanks to a recent film sharing the poem’s title its meaning has been reborn:

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever Gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeoning of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

I matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishment the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

– Paul Scott

 
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Posted by on November 15, 2010 in Inspirational

 

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