Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 1996

Waiting for Death to Call (The Backward Race)

I smile & I dance,

So the tears will not flow,

It's my last chance,

But, I, for now, am the only one to know

that the end is fast approaching, at the speed of Life.

The people who stand

and, cannot understand,

Should I tell, or should I close my mouth?

Inside, I keep all that which can't come out,

I laugh & sing, so I won't scream and shout

Alone, to face the great Adventure

of the Human Race.

Who can go slowest?

Who will be last to cross the finish line?

Time will tell. That most worthy friend of mine.

I'm now a sprinter in this race

against the clock

And will surpass the worst,

it's oh so true.

The last will now be first

and first be last.

I'm going to lose,

So I can be the one

who won,

I'm now just oh so much faster than you

We spend our lives in this Backward Race,

The slowest pace is set by he who'll win,

I know now, I'm not to be the winner of the race:

The last one in

Re: Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 19

pure artistry.  thanks Mikey-Dee for writing this meaningful gem.

Re: Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 19

Thank you Kathy, but did/do you know what it's about?

Re: Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 19

To remind us all that this is true for all?
”

But, I, for now, am the only one to know

that the end is fast approaching, at the speed of Life.”

Re: Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 19

Thank you Meenakshi- I'm sure, that given how well you know me and my Gaia activities (pods, etc) that you didn't miss the significance of lines such as ” I am now a sprinter……”
Bless you for your friendship & support,
M

Re: Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 19

Loved what you expressed, Mikey_Dee.

I have often said that when we die, our entire life flashes before us - all five minutes of it.

Re: Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 19

I hope not. It used to be the biggest soap opera. Now its just work sleep eat get on Gaia go to the bathroom photograph stuff.

I always liked coming second when I was a swimmer. You never knew what coming first had in store for you. And I never wanted to come last because that meant there was nothing in store for you.

I'm not trying to detract from what you wrote Mikey_Dee. Your stuff is quite heavy though. What can I say except that I hear you and I believe we all care for you as our fellow Gaian mate.

Re: Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 19

precious poem, Mike

love

Re: Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 19

Thank you all, I do enjoy running the human Race all the more because of you guys/gals/friends

Re: Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 19

We're all running together, blessings friends

Re: Waiting for Death to call (The Backward Race) a poem by me 19

Thanks for this Mikey-Dee… I like this little tiny, tiny icon…   yes… to answer your question above.  It is a beautiful poem about being the last one in on ending cycles. Waiting for death to call is more of an oxymoron to participating in the race of survival. The poet is pure art speaking futures & all universes to me…