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Today, these days, the air feels thin
A change nears, the silence is deafening
Words are not spoken, the evening seems close by
For there is no word
That can carry such sensing
To describe in true magnitude of what lingers
But no one says, so even in distance lands
Where once enemies were made of one
Old friends sits with apprehension
What are we to do, when the time comes
What are we to say, in time passing
Yet we know, we are only mortal
And the only immortality that can be offered
Is by name, the body is fragile, this body is weak
But this is a giant in the forest, a silver back
So we will all notice his absence
Yet he is only mortal,
So we seat in silence, wary
For no word is strong enough
To carry emotions felt
To relive the soul of such burden
Of this apprehension, in sadness
The lonely heart feels
Even before giants fall,
Rivers of tears, that runs deep in souls
Know they will soon be called upon
To rain down, on the sight of man, in last rights
But for now we hold on
This is our fight with mortality
This is our fight to keep our grandfathers
Today, these days, the air feels thin
A change nears, the silence is deafening
Words are not spoken, the evening seems close by
For there is no word
That can carry such sensing
To describe in true magnitude of what lingers
But no one says, so even in distance lands
Where once enemies were made of one
Old friends sits with apprehension
What are we to do, when the time comes
What are we to say, in time passing
Yet we know, we are only mortal
And the only immortality that can be offered
Is by name, the body is fragile, this body is weak
But this is a giant in the forest, a silver back
So we will all notice his absence
Yet he is only mortal,
So we seat in silence, wary
For no word is strong enough
To carry emotions felt
To relive the soul of such burden
Of this apprehension, in sadness
The lonely heart feels
Even before giants fall,
Rivers of tears, that runs deep in souls
Know they will soon be called upon
To rain down, on the sight of man, in last rights
But for now we hold on
This is our fight with mortality
This is our fight to keep our grandfathers
This poem really speaks to me. Mandela is one of my hero's - he is the whole world's hero, I think, because he showed the very best a man can be in difficult circumstances.He never surrendered his dignity. Thanks for writing this poem to honor him.
ReplyDeleteThs poem really is from the heart. Mandela was a great fighter
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All these fights we fight ... in the name of the name. Enjoyed reading this! Thanks for sharing. Happy Potluck!
ReplyDeleteI really love this stanza:
ReplyDelete'What are we to do, when the time comes
What are we to say, in time passing
Yet we know, we are only mortal'
The whole poem is so bittersweet, made me think about how fragile we all are and how little time we are given on the Earth... Awesome work! ;)
moving and beautiful...
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Yes indeed.
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