Who will remember the Days
when they are gone?
who will sail the Sea
when it is dry?
what tears shall we shed
when we can no longer cry?
who will furl up the flag
when the war is done?
who will stand guard
when the armies are gone?
who shall tend our grave
and sweep away the leaves
of an autumnal season
long out of step?
What songs will Nightingales make
when there’s no-one left to hear?
what pictures will colours make
when there’s no-one to paint
the scene of old men on
the park bench by the lake?
who will remember the days
when diaries crack with longing
for missing fingers to turn
pages that fade and crumble
for want of eyes to read again
the names of those things
unspoken by lips long sealed,
who then will there be left
to remember the days?
‘Apologia’ is a realistic questioning of ‘a life full of sound and fury, signifying nothing’.
Many thanks for your apposite observation.
An insightful,beautifully-crafted poem that interrogates an existential conundrum.
Thank you for your most kind and appreciative comments.
The poem seeks an answer to many questions that haunt us day in and day out.The beauty of the poem lies in the series of queries orchestrated melodiously.
Thank you for your appreciative and incisive comments.
A series of serious questions that tickle as well as delight the mind.
I appreciate your insightful observations.