Live one life until you're dead

You've only got your own life to live.

Live one life until you’re dead

What if no two days were the same,

One spent as a doctor, another a schoolchild, maybe one a plumber or Indian beggar or f**k knows what,

Every day a whole new kind of game.

 

If a change is as good as a rest

Wouldn’t you always feel rested,

Always embracing the nuances of a new life, sights sounds and smells, new stimuli, surely you’d never get bored,

Always caught up in some new test

 

Imagine each day you woke up in someone elses skin and shoes and got to make love to someone elses wife at the start of the day, or drink a whole new type of s****y instant coffee in a different office with a different biscuit to soak it up.

 

Is each life in its own way uniquely s**t?

You’d quickly see what each life has in common, wake up and get dressed, never enough sleep, wishing you were somewhere else no matter where you were,

Not appreciating where you are one bit.

 

I guess it’s better to live one life instead

At least then you know where you stand, who your friends are, what you’re supposed to be interested in, aspire to and make your own,

And barely change your mind until you’re dead.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

One of my fav. poetry...
.. the choice of words and the frequency of your legitimate thoughts be all what had my attention.

Some of my fav. lines:

"Imagine each day you woke up in someone elses skin and shoes and got to make love to someone elses wife at the start of the day."

"You’d quickly see what each life has in common, wake up and get dressed, never enough sleep."

Enjoyed reading your work. Indeed!