Restless Soul Poem by Tom Billsborough
Restless Soul
Be calm, my soul,
You are here to stay.
You were absent.
That was yesterday
In my earlier being.
Think not about tomorrow.
It only brings you sorrow
When what you think you are
Is not what you will be.
Soon, I'm told, you will be free
To face eternity alone
Without my constant being.
Some late in the lonely night musing going on here, my friend, but you say it true. We are not what we once were- - hallelujah- - but we would not be who we are if we hadn't made the choices we have made. I can only hope the present me goes into eternity without the memory of all the lesser beings I had chosen to be... not that I am good, just striving to be better. Tom, I love your philosophical poetry..... even if they do make my rust encrusted brain turn over and try to make a logical thought..10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I sometimes Feel like the Tin Man but i must get out of that habit of squirting oil into my ear. It often shoots out of the other ear! Yes, it would be good to go forward without that trail of ghosts attached. I sometimes wish I had a poorer memory. Maybe that will come!
This is a fascinating contemplation. Especially if one considers the consciousness as part of the soul, the consciousness which is a projection emanating from a combination of renewable and non-renewable bio-material. The most fascinating aspect to me is the cohesion and consistent durability of a projected awareness over a lifetime based on such fragile, ever-renewing bio-tissues. And once released from this fragile organism...? Thanks for the philosophical bone to chew, Tom. :)
Such an excellent write i think we can all relate to this one Tom., and you put it so beautifully ;) Annette
Thanks, Annette. We are not as we were but maybe because of what we were.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Rest assured that memory loss will come all too soon. I once could not think of the old singer of White Christmas. There is sometimes a wry humour involved. Happy New Year lad!
Hi Wes a Happy New Year to you and Donna and the family. Yes, what was that guy's name/ Bing used to knock around on the road to various places with that Limey Guy.. Bob Rope, was it? That lass, dorothy was a bit special, mind you! The trouble is, Wes, I've remembered all that. Now where did I put my car keys? tom