there
it may be played on
a different instrument
there
it may be sung in
a different tongue
there
it may be paced in
a different rhythm
but there
as it is here
it is the song
of death
the march to which
we parade toward
the grave
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Posted on March 25, 2016, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged DoubleU, John White, Poetry, There. Bookmark the permalink. 28 Comments.
A really interesting piece! I hope that you're keeping well and still writing! 😊
So inspiring. Great words! A really top poem! I like!
Doors are still closed. Loved it! There is comfort in music. Specially when you want to retire from
Eerily enticing!
I cant find you in my reader i have to go check on your post thru my stat
Took a while to fully comprehend your full meaning here. Hurry back, this space has turned into a vo
I love this!! So true :) I have missed your writing, my "reader" doesn't show me the people I follow
Ah yes, the silence With all its traces.. :)
DoubleU = W 
Mark Twain said one should live such a life that when they die even the undertaker would be sad….;)
Thank you! 🙂 That would be the very definition of a full, well-lived life no doubt!
Very interesting indeed,there 🙂 enjoying your words.
Thank you! 🙂
Collectively, I guess we have yet to reach rock-bottom, John. Nice post!
Thank you, Victoria! 🙂 It is often necessary to be in those dark depths before we can reach the heights.
yabba dabba doo! 😀
Thank you! 🙂
I wouldn’t think about the end until after it happened.
Thank you, Alan! 🙂 It’s probably not healthy to mull over the eventual ending when we need to enjoy all there is in the middle. 😉
Back to Mother
We all finally crave 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
The one certainty in/of life
Thank you, Kunal! 🙂 It’s the unavoidable and it can consume a lot of our time and emotions but we’re going to be happier thinking about today rather than the end. But that’s so hard to do.
Beautifully written. And reminds us that in the end we are all not that different from each other!
Thank you, Gitanjali! 🙂 So true! In the end we’re all equal.
Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
Thank you for the reblog!
The day we are born, we begin our journey to that destination. I hope something better comes after, but who the hell knows? Great poem, John.
Thank you, Mary! 🙂 It’s all so unsure which makes today and every day al lthe mor important and valuable. 🙂
Live each day like you were dying…….. 🙂
Good advice. 🙂
well done
Thank you! 🙂
Music seems to be a recurring theme on writer’s blogs this weekend. Spring has sprung!
Thank you! 🙂 Music is something I could never, ever live without. It’s almost as important to me as oxygen. 🙂
Yes, poems are verse set to music.
🙂 I have to try not to sing out of key. 😉