Musings of a Soul

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Musings of a Soul

Sitting still, alone in the chair
Musing of the day she could comb her own hair.
Rock back rock forth
              Wash rinse and repeat
Taping in time with old tired feet.
Waiting, watching, chewing, and spit,
To think of life and here this is it.
A life-long lived
                Mind like a sieve.
Living here or rotting away
Oh come now, come, that last blessed day.
Eat this drink that to help you along
Closing eyes humming a song.
Sleep quiet sleep long sleep all through the night
Walk gently step lively into the light.
Where is this Heaven?
                  Where is this hell?
I thought when I wnet all would be well!
Where is the garden of roses galore
Near blue shining waters lapping the shore?
Where are the angels to sing me a song
Do they not know I have waited so long?
Awake from a slumber
                    Get up from a sleep
Wipe tired eyes no need to weep
"What did you dream? Why so sad?"
"That must'a bin quite the nightmare you had!"


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If you have ever cared for an elderly member of your family, you may have heard them say they wish they could just die and get ‘it’ over with.  The speaker in the poem Musings of a Soul is not only thinking about getting life over with, but she is willing to take life (or in this case death) into her own hands.

 The poem is written in four stages, first is a description of the speaker’s state.  The second stage is describing a decision made.  The third stage is a description of what death becomes to her. The fourth stage is a surprising twist, with the realization that death may not be so great just yet.