(from 1979)
.
When our skin
grows thin
and our eyes
have finally dimmed
we’ll blow on that
charred piece of coal
(the one that never cooled)
until it catches fire again.
We’ll crawl inside
and melt cold bones
into an alabaster stone
and there we’ll carve
our epitaph:
Never Say Die.
.
(c) 1979, 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(re-posted from 2011)
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Ah..it ain’t over till it’s over. 🙂
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Wise young woman …
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Beautiful, Betty. You portray such a simple image of the greatest depth and profundity. I do so love your poetry, my friend; from a beautiful soul it flows. ❤
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What a truly marvelous image is that coal that never cools…that you can keep blowing on to make it glow anew….I also love the aphorism at the end. Just perfect.
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A lovely piece, Betty. May you ever. 🙂
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