Treasure Island

David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

A fond farewell


If I were not to write again
Or bite into that cyanide laced apple
To hasten a quick end.

I would have to make my peace
And thank everybody I know
For their kindness.

I would have to thank all my
Fellow poets for all their kind
Comments and remarks.

And then wish everybody well
Saying that I hope their poems
Inspire the world.

Submitted: Thursday, August 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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  • Winter (5/31/2014 5:53:00 PM)

    I echo the thoughts of Valsa George; you're too fine a poet to retire your pen. I hope to be thrilled, entertained and inspired by your gift for writing gorgeous verse for some time to come. (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (1/20/2014 2:03:00 AM)

    Dear David - those apples should never be in deed. With a broken heart of mine still i say don't break your heart.
    You don't have to thank me, I thank you to live - lot more are there for you to give.

    Today is my birth day, I dedicated this poem to my loved An angel in the night - you may read (Report) Reply

  • Queeny Gona (11/5/2013 3:38:00 AM)

    Bidding farewell is the hardest thing one can ever does, be it be to the loved ones or to the art. May we take a break during peak hours yet never to be given up this magnificiant gift of God to craft poems dear David wood Sir!

    Farewell' from my list sounds little different! (Report) Reply

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (11/3/2013 9:53:00 AM)

    To leave the stage without playing your entire part
    Really tragic it would have so been
    But having lived a full life when you do depart
    You will have lots to tell and her entertain.....

    So look at life with deeper intensity and learn as much as you can knowing fully well when you do meet her up there she will be all ears to catch up. We have no right to throw away what we have not created - even if it be our lives even when the going is hard and bitter. Good poem sir and please keep visiting my page. I value your comments. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/17/2013 6:16:00 AM)

    Yet more and more Sonnets, we are waiting from you,
    How can we bid farewell to you?

    Beautiful poem..Enjoyed reading... (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (8/9/2013 11:10:00 AM)

    I stopped writing when my children were young and more time was demanded. That was a mistake. however I will always write keep up your lovely poems. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (8/9/2013 1:40:00 AM)

    Why such a thought has suddenly struck you? It is not yet time to bid farewell! Cotinue writing hundreds and hundreds of love sonnets! ! (Report) Reply

  • Dave Walker (8/8/2013 5:51:00 AM)

    A great poem, I hope your not thinking of stopping writing.
    I stopped for about fourteen years, I started again about two
    years ago. I can't even remember why I stopped now.
    but I do regret stopping for so long. (Report) Reply

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