By Martin Rosner
Call me greedy, for my lease on life
Is long, well past the day
When I could walk with grace,
And hard men looked away, and ladies
Smiled when I strode along the street.
Now I am reduced to recollections,
And they are just a jest,
A ruse the gods can use
To lift their boredom in eternity.
So knowing this, why do I persist?
Because a meteor flames a microsecond
In the frozen blackness of the void,
But its light is never lost.
Martin Rosner, M.D. has been published in numerous magazines and newspapers including 17 poems in "The New York Times" and is currently part of the course in modern poetry at American International College. He lives in New Jersey.
Though the melancholy of the beginning of Martin's poem grieved me a bit. I really appreciated how he has expressed for instance
ReplyDeletethe theme(s) of ageing and the images of the meteor and its light. Again, an excellent poem!
Raven