Before That Last Birthday Comes
If he had known it would be the
last celebration of his birth;
would he have taken other journeys
while still living here on this earth?
Would his steps have been as rigid,
or his hair so neatly trimmed and combed?
Perhaps he might have ventured out
and traveled through this world wind blown?
So many sights he did not see,
sticking to a plan he could not escape.
moving in a straight line direction,
full throttle, no foot on the brakes.
If only he’d slowed down, turned a corner
in a direction he’d never been
and learned the one who gets finished first
is not the one who is going to win.
On that uninviting day he died,
his world was still locked tight in its frame.
One birthday had led to another,
with the days in between all the same.
Were he able to speak from the grave,
would there be overwhelming regret?
Would he stand up and shout to us all,
“Be brave and go with the wind!”
January 2010 by Karen Marie Crump
If he had known it would be the
last celebration of his birth;
would he have taken other journeys
while still living here on this earth?
Would his steps have been as rigid,
or his hair so neatly trimmed and combed?
Perhaps he might have ventured out
and traveled through this world wind blown?
So many sights he did not see,
sticking to a plan he could not escape.
moving in a straight line direction,
full throttle, no foot on the brakes.
If only he’d slowed down, turned a corner
in a direction he’d never been
and learned the one who gets finished first
is not the one who is going to win.
On that uninviting day he died,
his world was still locked tight in its frame.
One birthday had led to another,
with the days in between all the same.
Were he able to speak from the grave,
would there be overwhelming regret?
Would he stand up and shout to us all,
“Be brave and go with the wind!”
January 2010 by Karen Marie Crump
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