Wednesday, 13 June 2007

What is Important Now

The light comes
Then goes away
The eyes close
The body wanes
The power falls
And slumber
Creeps it's way
Across my fading conciousness
What is important now
Now that I lay me down to rest
What is important now
I cannot see my face
I might be seven
Though I know that cannot be
I feel no differently
Than then
Here I have no proof
Of what I am
Of what I have
Or in what land
For all is dark
And as my body drifts away
I have a thought...
I start!
What did I say?
Ah yes
What is important now
Before I pass into oblivion
Without a memory of what I am
Without so much a helping hand
Now all my worries
Thoughts unspoken
Deeds done
Dreams broken
Will fit into the matchbox on the floor
Of no significance
So small
So whats the worry for
So what's important now?
Ingredients for Life
The rest?
Fits in the matchbox
On the floor


Egal Bohen


I, like the view said...

how bizarre (but that is blogging for you) I was writing a song lyric about something in a matchbox only the other day!

Egal Bohen said...

Yes bizarre - they can hold all manner of things - especially imagined things.
I can't write songs.

Egal Bohen said...

BTW -I wrote this poem in the 80,s whilst looking at a matchbox

Egal Bohen said...

Thinking - I could put all my problems in there and perhaps someone else might pick it up.

Egal Bohen said...

But then I thought that wouldn't be fair, would it?

But it did remind me that if my problems could fit in a matchbox then they probably were not actually that important.


I, like the view said...

unless it was a matchbox of Tardis proportions

surely you of all people must realise that the size of the inside does not necessarily equate to the size of the outside

of anything! think of the human brain. . .


ps songs are only poems put to music

Egal Bohen said...

Ah, but the human brain is folded up very tightly -and in my case there isn't much in it anyway - so it wouldn't take up much space, a fraction of a match box I would think