By Wil C. Fry, 2018.01.13, 19:11

(Copyright 2018 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)

A gasp of wonder
A cry of delight
A curious nature
Examines a world of light

A cry for help
A shudder of rage
A whimper of fear
From living on this stage

On a dead-end road
Learning to live
With carrying the load

A sigh of relief
A glow of pride
Simple astonishment
As we continue this ride

A slump of fatigue
Head hung in shame
Ignoring regrets
That don’t affect the game

Broken body
And a breaking mind
About to cross over
And leave everything behind

I wrote the second stanza on Jan. 10, just before midnight. At the time, I was trying to describe the poetry from my youth and young adulthood. Three days later, I realized it could describe the attitudes of my youth — regardless of poetry. So I wrote stanzas for each stage of life, from which the title gets its letters: Childhood, Teen years, Young adulthood, Adulthood, Old age, and Dying.

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