From Womb To Tomb

     Whilst, (love that word) looking through the works for something to post, I came across this, and because I spotted October in it, the genius that I am said, “hey, it’s October now, so, why not publish this one?”  It tells life’s story I think, and how we look at it during the various stages of our existence. The once, “the future is all yours” phase, through the “okay, so I’m not a kid anymore, so what, at least I have my health” phase. And finally, to the section of life that I do not wish for anyone. The “I don’t want to do this anymore” phase, that is all too prevalent with our seniors, once they begin to fail or are abandoned or both. Yet then, another child is born, and a new journey begins…

     I truly pray that all of our journeys be only as long as we wish them to be, and our final destination, be one of temperate climate.

I hope that I did not ‘bum’ anyone out. Remember it’s only a poem, but thanks for reading.

Please enjoy a “Top Shelf” Tuesday,

Jake.

From Womb To Tomb

Another January,

another June,

another October,

another full moon.

Prayin’ your journey,

doesn’t end too soon.

As you travel,

from womb to tomb.

 Another day,

another dime,

another place,

another time.

Waitin’ on the other,

shoe to shine.

That’ll carry you through,

to the finish line.

 Another month,

another year,

another birthday,

another fear.

One more keg,

of ice-cold beer.

Don’t tell me now,

the end is near.

 Another friend,

another mate,

another death,

another’s fate.

That leaves you here,

without the date.

When you’ll, be remembered,

as the late.

 Another January,

another June,

another October,

another full moon.

Prayin’ your journey,

will end, and soon.

As you travel,

from womb to tomb.

 Another bride,

another groom,

another flower,

another bloom.

A new journey started,

coming soon.

Another traveller,

from womb to tomb.

Jack Downing

July 2010

    

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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6 Responses to From Womb To Tomb

  1. adeeyoyo says:

    This is just how it is, Jack. We all have the same journey, just some shorter or longer than others. Nice one.

    • Thanks Denise, but to wish for this particular journey to end is so sad. I am tossed between approving of euthinasia (sp?) and deeply ingrained religious teachings. I just hate to see suffering unnecessarily prolonged. My father-in-law was a victim of Diabetes, and had his body chopped piece-meal during the last ten-twelve years of his life, at the end he was begging God to take him. That is not an ending to the journey that I wishfor anyone, and almost as bad,is the feeling of helplessnessof thefamily and friends around them. Thank you so much for your support, I look forward to my e-mail everyday, thanks to you andafewdevoted readers. I think I’ll have to post something more upbeat tomorrow. Jake.

  2. Beth Ann says:

    It is life …or death! Didn’t bum me out at all. And I am a huge fan of “whilst” myself. That was the word of choice in Australia that I picked up and still use—I think it makes me sound smart when I use it and I need all the help I can get.

    • I love the old English, when I read how elequentlythey spoke, even the poorest of poor, the most uneducated of all classes, if merely listened to now,would sound like Rhodes Scholars in today’s society. Can you imagine??? “Hello, my name Peggy, how may help?” May sound like this. “Good day to you sire. My given name would be Peggy, and if you will permit,Iam your servant, kind sir. Inmanner which,may I be of service to you on this day?”……” ”Ah, I’m afraid that I am not at liberty todelve into your private account at this juncture.Would you be so kind as to bide a moment or two whilst I inform my superior of your communication? You are most gracious, sir. And again, I bid to yougood day.” Aren’t you glad you commented now Rusty? Jake.

  3. Michael says:

    I have been away for the past few days. This post is really wonderful after a hectic trip, Jack. And is very meaningful to me at this moment in time because in the past few days I have been re-connecting with people whom I have not met for many, many years. So the opportunity to meet and chat with them is a wish off my bucket list.

    • I was wondering where you were…I am so happy for you, to reconnect with friends from the past is a strange experience initially though, don’t you agree… So many questions, so much guilt. (sometimes) And vulnerability believe it or not, doors longclosed, nowopened wide again, for others topeer into, “exposed,”for what we are….Human, and all the faults and frailties that come with it! I am glad you are back my friend, thanks. Jake.

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