Under the Sun

This is another poem from my brother Patrick(all rights reserved)...according to him "the first of many installments..." hope you enjoy...

This is a song for the dead and gone

Who lived their lives where they didn't belong.

For centuries long in the ground they thronged

Yet for those who live, life goes on...

 

If you turn your eye to the western sky

You’ll find the mists still turning.

Ancient minds might wonder why 

The sky the sun is still burning.

 

It is only here where dreams reside

If you live in fear, you’re better to die;

So cry your tears, my darling, my dear 

I will always be here to heal them.

 

I recall how they would weep

As they awoke from their sleep

For to keep their dreams they would die.

But life as it seems would rob of their dreams

Yet they died to keep them alive.

 

I remember a man who now may be damned

Who died too young to be living.

Who tried all I can attempting to understand

The reasons why death might be giving.

 

And he walked the earth singing of praise and mirth

And the joy of life to the alive.

But for all the great girth of the wonderful earth

He found not a man wanting to die.

 

And so he studied the stars as he wandered so far

To try and uncover the mystery;

But who we are is found not in the stars

But of those who created history.

 

So he found in the silent sound

That no man shall ever know;

Save those in the ground where the dead are bound

So there he decided to go.

 

He dug a mine wherein he would find

The secrets which boggled his mind.

And in his mind he had useless time

For his life to be so resigned.

 

Yet in his grave his time was not saved

Then and there he discovered why

For life he craved deep in his grave

And why no one wanted to die.

 

And he shall never forget but always regret

The question which plagued his mind:

Why oh why must men die

And where do they go when they’re done?

And what do we get when our time has been met?

For death takes all under the sun.

Author's Note

This is another poem from my brother Patrick(all rights reserved)...according to him "the first of many installments..." hope you enjoy...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. I like the logic and the strong and true description in the poem. Death is very fair. All of us will find her and we may be forgotten?
"And he shall never forget but always regret
The question which plagued his mind:
Why oh why must men die
And where do they go when they’re done?"
Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

The language and word choices are lovely. It's like a story in poem form, told masterfully.

I really enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing, Bridget. :-)

[katiemur11]

I like it!

[R.G. Bennet]

Quite a powerful write. Definitely makes one think about the deeper meanings to life. Great job.

[MOON]

Poignant write the mystery of death , all man equal before it.