music box

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
music box

Submitted: March 07, 2019

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life goes at the pace of a music box.

a wound up dance, slowly dictated

to a melancholy rhythym.

i say so,

as with the promise of death,

and no promise of an after,

life ultimately becomes more bitter,

than ever sweet.

now this is no call to sadness, no!

simply a reminder to stop,

and to go at the pace of a music box.

a wound up dance, slowly dictated

to a melancholy rhythm.

for with the promise of death,

i implore you to live your days peacefully.

and with no promise of an after,

i implore you to love your friends,

love your strangers,

love your family,

truly! 

to be faced with such a,

devastating possibility, of no after,

how could you possibly hold grudge?

how could you possibly mean to do harm?

with the promise of death,

and no promise of an after,

how could you possibly choose to feel anything but love?

or happiness?

or peace?

or fulfillment?

for this i have no answer.

yet i do have an advice,

to go to the pace of a music box.

a slow, wound up dance,

dictated by a melancholy rhythm.

for with the promise of death,

and no promise of an after,

one must be ready to take only

oneself into the next life.

and with that immutable possibility,

I implore you one last time,

to go at the pace of a music box.

to savor your finite amount of time,

to love, and to strive for peace,

at a pace,

all dictated to a melancholy rhythm.

for the thought of a smile,

being on your face,

when the music stops,

would be the greatest pleasure,

I'd ever know.


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