A Life-Time Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A Life-Time



A life Time
How long is a lifetime it cannot be measured in years
my brother died young yet left behind five children
and I was born a weakling – he will never grow old
doctors said- weak heart and pacemaker, I’m kept alive
by modern medical science and have lived to get old.
I know the end can strike anytime anywhere, but I will
not think about it. However, long my life- time it has been
short as I leave nothing behind to be remembered for.
“As my father said”, a made up lie, no one will have to
make up stories about me

Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: remembrance
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 08 July 2015

I'm kept alive! With the muse of the struggles of life. Nice work.

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