From Womb to tomb

How brief this life

How fleeting is this journey
time passes at a pace,
so brief is our existence
as from womb to tomb we race.

No sooner first breath taken
then death it masks the face,
and all that's gained are memories
as from womb to tomb we race.

And with eternal sleep now granted,
into wooden shrouds we're placed
where our dreams will be of all we missed
as from womb to tomb we raced.

Author's Note

Yet another quickie :))

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Aye it fair clips along just like the ticking clock of our days as our mortal selves slip and slither into old age and finally we separate our quarks and distribute them across space. Nicely paced and rhymed with a touch of ironic humour.

[Gee]

Cheers John..

[Dave Brown]

I'll be 80 in some months
where did it all go
perhaps, after this life, we will have time to relax, sit back and laugh about the dumb things we all did

[Gee]

Good morning, thanks for dropping in Dave

[Ana Papaya]

Clever play on words and how true we travel that timeline to quickly!

[Gee]

Good morning Ana, thank you.
Hope all is well.

[Ana Papaya]

Good morning, Gee. All well and hope the same for you!

[Sharda]

A quickee but very deep.
All three passages are well written and read with great rhythm

[Gee]

Again thank you Sharda

[Beccy]

This is why a moment wasted is moment lost and never to be experienced. Our span is so short, hardly a blink of the creators eye, to waste it is a sin. But that race, oh, that race, how it steals from us if we aren't careful.

Beccy.

[Gee]

You'll wake up one day and the young fella will have a booming double bass voice, beard and will have you waiting up for his return home after a night out...as you well know :)
Our daughter often calls early am, " Dad, can't get a taxi... "
That's me off out into the cold dark night, morning :)
Thank you Beccy, hope you and Charlie are well

[Beccy]

He turned thirteen in July last year and is already beginning to boom, no sign of so much as a whisker yet though. As for that 'Dad, can't get a taxi,' I well recall my sister and I making many such phone calls. :))

Beccy.

PS. We are well.

[Relic]

A quickie worth reading. In the end, life will have been lived in such a short time. If we could only know this when we're young. Yet, we learn to be indestructible until age catches up with us.

Great writing, Gee.

[Gee]

Aye, ya wake up and there is some old, wrinkled codger stating back out of the mirror.
Cheers Relic, hope you are well

[gram linski]

we race from womb to tomb, forgetting that tomb races towards us at the same speed,, the dirty bast...

[Gee]

The dirty wee b*****d indeed
Cheers

[Jennifer Patino]

The rhythm of the piece is so lulling. Limited time is a somber truth. Excellent poem.

[Gee]

Thank you kindly Jennifer

[barleygirl]

I love your quickie as it reflects the quickie we call life! Last evening I watched some documentary about some Everest climb/disaster which felt like just an eyeblink ago . . . at the end, when I saw it was in the early 90's, I got to thinking . . . that was 30 years ago! How did that happen!?!? It felt just like in your poem! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Gee]

Aye, life passes in the blink of an eye, seemingly speeding up.as we age.
Thank you Margie, hope all is well with you.

[barleygirl]

It's been a mild beautiful winter here & I still have plenty of firewood left! *wink! wink!*

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gee... to embrace our destiny... is to enjoy each day with a passion.
We are given a Canvas to brush with colors of beauty where rainbows appear
when we least expect. Eternity can wait at Heavens Gate... as we cross meadows
with wild flowers and sing with the Birds on Mountain Tops. Your poem is a Canvas
of gentle persuasion. truly, Pat

[Gee]

Good morning Patricia, thank you for your beautiful words