My Truest Friends.
Birth/Love/Old Age/Death
When birth came,
like a new friend,
I was stubborn,
enjoying my
solitary existence
in the warmth
of the womb.
But birth gently pushed me
through vaginal spasms,
into the embrace of life
There I greeted its
mysterious gift
at first with wails
but then I gazed
with eyes of wonder,
at my newest companion,
My mother.
When love came,
with an old friendship
transformed
touching me unexpectedly,
I was unsure.
But it held many allures,
that would banish
my Nemesis of loneliness,
with blessings to sweet
to pass up.
Oh, Lord, Warm, wet lips,
gentle fingertips,
and hours of conversing
with life's finest offering.....
My girl.
my most lovely girl...
There's nothing like first love
and there's never gonna
be anything as good
as last love......
When age comes,
as my oldest friend,
I will snuggle down
in the wrinkled P.J.s
of my skin,
with a toothless grin,
and rest my weary bones.
With all obligations fulfilled,
I will reminisce on
the lifelong bliss
of the many friendships
I have known.
Sharing a fine repast
with my latest
timeworn associate,
as I wait for
one final friend....
My death.
my death....
it is inevitable
and there is nothing to fear
because when death comes,
my most faithful
friend of all,
who always waited
just around the corner,
till I was ready for
its benevolence.
I may welcome him
at long last,
with shaking hands
and eyes wide.
To draw me back into
a fetal, futile position
and nudge me gently
into a tunnel
of darkness,
that leads to
the light
of my rebirth,
in paradise.
Leaving me there
forever to share
with my greatest
friend of all...
My creator.
my creator
and oh, we'll have so much
to talk about
for an eternity...
for sure.
Phenomenal music composed and
played by Chris Bright -Copyright -2023
Lyrics and vocals written & sung by-
Matthew F Blowers III- Copyright 2023
at: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Photo credit to: unsplash.com
