Afterglow
Once, a child I was
A long, long time ago
But mem’ries fading fast
As grey cells slowly go
Sadly, those days are gone
And many friends I know
Glad you’re here beside me
While I await winter’s snow
I hope you’d stay with me
In twilight’s afterglow
11-03-2017
© F Aparici
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Nelson D Reyes
7aUnder the winter snow always awaits untrodden pastoral valley nourishing itself for us to reinvigorate our body and thus our soul spiritually, seasonal yet forever. Ironic that we are mortal but our souls I believe continue to be nourished for they reincarnate in another body in maybe a different form thus in a way we become immortal and partake of the good pasture forever as well. In the meantime breathe every air of love into our body and soul for as long as time will allow us. All we can do as mortals. Like. Thank you Brod.
Francis Aparici
7aWow, that is deep Brod. However, the premise for my poem is a little more modest. I used "winter" and "twilight" as metaphors for old age. And I am hoping/praying/wishing that the love my wife and I have, will stand the tribulations and challenges (snow) of the coming days. At the same time, I know that the future will also be full of beauty, thrills and opportunities (afterglow) that the both of us will enjoy fully. My concept of life and death, body and soul, is more biblical I suppose. I believe that when we die, the breath of life returns to its Giver, and the body (and the soul) becomes dust. "For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten." Ecclesiastes 9:5 KJV. And we remain dead until the Second Coming, when we get our just rewards. Thanks for liking Brod.