Laid Here to Rest 0394

Life's game is gamble, cards are closely stacked
Against the players, every one of whom
Is well aware his [s]pace [t]race in life's room
Dissolves before acts' film, facts action packed,
Has time to make a permanent impact.
Ephemeral our days, froth tinged with gloom,
Regrets run refe before Death's shadows loom,
Expectant smile skeletal, sickle backed.
Take then harsh Time to task for time that's lacked,
One-way ticket torn, forlorn spring bloom,
Reminds one once, spite mocking maws of doom,
Evanescent joys dared fears contract.
So be it. Though stark body's laid to rest,
The soul may soar, spotlight for some who rest

(14 October 2008)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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