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I have second thoughts aplenty.
Is that because I'm growing old
or just the heavy price of entry
to the land of tales all told?
Choices made or left to chance,
each leading to another place
like falling leaves which swirl and dance
while toward their final rest they race.
On some late nights I see them all.
Had I done this instead of that?
But one can't answer every call
nor wear every type of hat.
And every year adds to the toll.
Is free will a true reality
or just a loaded dice's roll,
each toss adding up to the real me?
Choices assail me late at night,
more as I face eternity.
Worries build with each hindsight.
Why can't I be content to simply Be?
Style / type:
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Comments
scribbler
Fri, 2020-09-25 13:11
Hi Ted
Well this was a quick response lol. Thanks for dropping by for a read
lovedly
Fri, 2020-09-25 13:25
Why can't I be content to simply Be?
you could also add stan
or not to BE
LOVELY POEMY
JUST LIKE STANLY
scribbler
Fri, 2020-09-25 15:57
LOL
Now you know I'd not quote Shakespheir directly
lovedly
Fri, 2020-09-25 18:13
yeps now i know
i have learnt a lot from shakes neo and uuuuuuuuuuuuu thanx
scribbler
Fri, 2020-09-25 15:58
Hi jerry
Yeah I don't recall having these types thoughts when I was young.....whenever That was lol
Gracy
Fri, 2020-09-25 19:04
Hello Stan, your poem
Hello Stan, your poem certainly makes one ponder about which way the dice will roll. I try not to think about this stuff too much, but it's inevitable.
I'm not so sure about the title, but the end rhymes, the topic, the content and spacing are all fine.
I'll return, all the best, Gracy
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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury
scribbler
Fri, 2020-09-25 22:24
Hi Grace
Well the title might be a bit weak but I very seldom change a title after posting. To me it seems as if it could be construed as a "trick" to gain more reads. As always, good to see you dropped by
scribbler
Sat, 2020-09-26 09:45
Hi Ted
The title isn't very memorable is it? I'll think about a change. (thinking, Now THAT should give me a headache)
scribbler
Mon, 2020-09-28 16:20
Thanks
It took some thought which being uncommon for me led to needing aspirin for ensuing head ache lol