Cinquains

Donald Shephard

A Life


Sunrise
A day of birth
Child, teenager, adult
From father to granddad to death
Sunset

Birthday


Birth is
Given to you
Death...another given.
You will survive everything
Between

Teachings


We write
To find our own
Psyche. I found mine once,
Wrote it neatly on a page and
Lost it.

The Others


When we
Divide the world
Into those like us and
The derided ones called "them"
We lose.

Granddad


Slowing
Ignores ill health
Stiff knees, hard breath, shuffling,
Enjoys the vigor of his mind
Still young

That Disease Whose Name I Cannot Remember


Your name
Is... well I do
Remember my name is...
I forget due to that disease
We call...

Afterlife


If there
Is such a thing,
Let it be full of love
And peaceful coexistence for
Us all.

Tomorrow


Sunset
Carries with it
Incontrovertibly
The promise of another day
Sunrise

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