Die to Live
Time’s shadow condemns fools
to imprudent neglectful ignorance,
to deep suffering, lost love,
mindless hearts of stone
—pitiful loneliness.
On my knees I cried out.
I was my enemy.
Her hands rose; lightning shocked
me dead. I awoke, jostled to new life.
Look both ways.
Watch yourself and check six.
No fool minds the gap.
Be not the fool.
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Our Literary Journey 
Wow, Bill! Powerful poem…”Time’s shadow condemns fools…” love that line! This is truly a masterful piece of poetry! Bravo😊
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Thank you, Sue. I’m glad you think so. 🙂 Hope you are having a wonderful weekend.
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I’m having an awesome weekend! I wish the same for you, my friend 😊
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Thanks, Sue. 😃
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Wow!! This is a beautiful poem. 🙂
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Thank you, Kitty.
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You are welcome, Bill. 🙂
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Well done.
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Thank you.
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We are our worst enemies… and this is beautifully done.
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Thank you , Dale. Yes, we are.
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😊
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Dear Bill,
“I was my enemy”…oh how well I relate. Exquisite and powerful poem.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle.
I’m glad you liked it. Such realizations are hard to have, but good to wake up. Life.
Peace as August passes.
Bill
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Brilliant Bill. How often are we our own enemy? Too often I fear.
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Thank you, Keith.
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