Posterity

And the king said all is vanity

Tracing out an ivory coated though wasted life
Looking through the many scarlet lies
I have perchance come to see

That all was not, or never was as I expected to find
You know those fabrications were not all mine

Yet In turns, fast running out of time
The age of ruin was not defined
To me, and yes you too!

Age stare's out of refracted glass
Skin once firm, now hangs in flaps

My life like a wheel is running fast
Although I write nothing lasts
Futility mixed with a longing for a youth wasted

In foolish trivial pursuits
A cycle of girls, parties and various debaucheries

Has in the end left me with far to many friends
They hang on
Like leeches bleeding the sacrificial calf

Ivory towers
Do not forever inspire

My end in plaintive sight
Is not a thing I would wish to behold
If only I could leave, just a single lasting mark

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Ah...hoodoos and voodoos of Bryce Canyon. Lovely pic!

My life like a wheel is running fast
Although I write nothing lasts
Futility mixed with a longing for a youth wasted

I can't help but think of King Henry when I read this poem.
The more powerful find the humility of age unbearable to
bear. In they die, just the way all of us do.
Wonderful poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe each of us desire to leave a mark on this world of a sort. I tell people. Give love and kindness to family and friends. Give to the poor what you can. You will be remembered for your love and kindness. I like the desire and the hope of the poem. The more you have. The more you will lose. I like the last lines.
"My end in plaintive sight
Is not a thing I would wish to behold
If only I could leave, just a single lasting mark"
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[lifesmith]

I've been away for too long. Good to see such brilliant writing on my first day back.

"In foolish trivial pursuits
A cycle of girls, parties and various debaucheries

Has in the end left me with far to many friends
They hang on
Like leeches bleeding the sacrificial calf" reminds me somehow of The Picture of Dorian Gray

[SINDE]

This is a GREAT piece reflecting the burden that youthful pursuits leave on wearied men in their old age. Your words are priceless and packed with meaning. Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece.

My life like a wheel is running
fast
Although I write nothing lasts
Futility mixed with a longing for
a youth wasted..

I might as well quote the whole of it :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Linear, my friend I have missed your work of art! This weeps of wishing for better times. To change something in your life or this world. I hope we all wish to change something that will leave a mark for our next generation! Excellent writing!

[realmwriter]

I do believe you have left that mark, because you certainly hit it here. Very well penned even if a little beyond my scope.

[Lindsey]

I love the way this is worded and the picture if wonderful. Great job!

[Emily B]

in the end, you choose the legacy you leave behind

or do you choose it all along?

[sarah]

Regrets can eat away at us for so long, but we all must hit a point where we simply accept what can't be changed. This is flows soo well! great write!

[Legacy]

Linear,

Sick of the mundane life-style, he attempts to press forward into another style of living; freedom from ivory towers and million dollar smiles to a simpler way of dressing and speaking.

For the Kingdome shall surely fail in a pure man’s heart.

Most of all he wishes for that freedom to grant him true beauty from cold, soft hands to calluses and exhaustion. A rich man’s way has spoiled his life, yet now he seeks meaning in it all.

The "friends" ... really? Rather have a poor man’s enemy than a rich man’s friends ... indeed.

Be Ivory or a thick, rich, black substance pushing forth through the earth, wealthy is perceived differently by our diverse society. Field workers to automotive techs; I believe the wealthy shall be know by their works, not by their net worth.

Remember, it is never cliché' (when spoken by a rich man who attends to their works)... not by any means cliché (when the poor man shares his lunch with the less fortunate.)

Thank you, my friend, your words are strong and struck me containing all things I have spoken of here today. If this is not how you intended it, then so be it, it is about how the reader portrays your words, yes?

You are a remarkable writer, keep up the excellent standards of writing you have shown here today; it should be read by everyone in our society. May not strike others with the magnitude it has me; I am certain, however, you will be seen like the other side of a crystal one day.

Enjoy your evening,

Legacy

I can't quite remember, have you entered into any of Poetic Infusion Society's contests? If not, ENLIGHTENMENT would be a perfect home for this masterpiece.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Greatly penned! A life of wasted effort leads to attracting those who would further drain. The pain and regret in this is palatable.