| Wishing Life Away by Deborah johnson – 10/8/2010 |
| Wishing life away starts young, We can't wait until we am old enough to... In all our wishing and wanting, What about the children Waiting for love, hugs and kisses Wishing life away School comes We finally feel big until we realize there is Junior high and high school to get through Wishing life away Attending college The same thing happens We can’t wait to get a diploma Wishing life away Armed with that and a resume, the job hunting begins An offer is made and accepted, “I'll keep this until I find a better job” Wishing life away Marriage and children follow Think of how often we can't wait For them to grow up Wishing life away Then think how many days We wish we could Have them back Wishing life away We work hard Can’t wait for The next vacation Wishing life away As we work We can’t wait for Retirement Wishing life away Once retirement comes We speak of what we had And wish that we had not Wished our lives away If we spent less of life wishing for what we don't have and more life focusing on what we do have and do, What a rewarding life we could have By not wishing life away |
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Wishing Life Away
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Amen!
ReplyDeleteDeboarh,
ReplyDeleteWhat a heart breaking poem. There is something about this poems that says every one goes through the same experiences. It critiques the idea that people's experiences are unique, and says in a way there is nothing new under the sun. Far from this being a detriment to the poem, it think it works by creating a collective experience. I think we all really do wish our lives away. The only difficulty of this approach is in avoiding the stereotypical. This is probably best achieved with very specific, sensory details. I want to live in each of these stanzas, have some imagery to hold onto. Also, I think the last stanza isn't needed. I got the message spelled out in that stanza from the images in the poem. This takes a bite out of modern culture and how we live our lives, and the melancholy it produces. Its such a rich soil for this poem.
Anna