A Full Life

I’ve lived longer than many

And not as long as some.

With each days pass I am thankful,

Thankful for living a full life,

Whether it be one day or one hundred years.

Every life is full,

Perhaps not to those left behind,

But it was to they that lived it.

It was theirs and no others;

Their birth, life and death,

They knew no different .

This was the gift, the time they were given .

Will I have a tomorrow?

I know not the answer,

I do know that what will be will be,

Of that I am certain

And no amount of angst will alter it.

I cannot think of tomorrow

For it may never come.

What I have is here! Is now!

This is the entirety of life

Until the next moment arrives, God willing

And I’m given a little more time to live…

This full life.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Gift

This darkened doorway

You never asked to enter

At others mercy

You were born into this world

To live, struggle and pass on

Make more of your life

Than what was given at birth

This should be your quest

Do not squander this reward

For their is no greater gift

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Solitary Road – A Haiku

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Solitary road

We are born and die alone

What is in between

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Life of Lessons

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Image Credit: esrc.ac.uk

Influenced by birth

Life determines points-of-view

Like watching a film

Sometimes a panorama

Other times a flawed close up

~

A Tanka

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Parental Anxiety – A Haiku

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The birth of a child

Brings turbulent emotions

For fear of failure

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Theater of Life

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Naked and raw
Blasting from the womb like a seedling from its pod
Screaming for the first breath
So begins the amazing campaign
A politician elected to life.

Born out of love or lust
The aftermath which is indistinguishable
Unquenchable contest for sustenance
To triumph is all that is known
Primal urges the impetus to persist.

Adolescence brings arrogance
As maturity is sluggish to prevail over unrefined emotion
Enmity and dispute become commonplace
Tightening the reins like those of an untamed mustang
Welcome, right of passage.

Time quells obstinacy
While Respect replaces contempt
Competition for dominance is no longer primary
Instead wisdom is honored rather than detested
Seeing in age what we hope to become.

Understanding seems second nature
Now seen through the eyes of the aged
What once so obscure, is now clear as crystal
Modeled in the image of those that came before
To live in us as both a blessing and curse.

Son becomes father, daughter becomes mother
The circle enclosed as adolescent morphs into elder
Kindred souls flow like a river never-ceasing
Reproducing life through life’s rushing waters
Simply actors are we in this great play.

Leaving behind those we’ve reared
Progeny that embody what is transcendent
Nature and happenstance will dictate their course
While predecessors move on to nights last voyage
Rhythmically repeating the cycle of life.