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A Song of Life
By: Wayne Powter
About The Poem
I wrote this poem shortly after my 65th birthday this year to not only mark my age, but also to celebrate having survived a year of covid, lockdowns and isolation…and to look forward to more ‘melodic and mad’ times.
The Poem
My body sings the passing of my life’s existence
each note, a day
of acceptance and resistance
no choir to voice a hallelujah
no eloquent recital
just plainsong, monotone
no words, no title
So sing me a song of sensuous skin
to cover and kiss
the brittle bones within
wrapped in wrinkles
and lines and scars
the map of my life
of roads travelled so far
End on a high note
a song for me
melodic and mad
just how it should be.
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