Skip to content

Doctor says

May 12, 2014


Doctor says
that I am ill,
and he talks about the time I have left,

I try to listen to him,
carefully, actually more daring than careful
but then
the life that I have left behind
sparks light in my memory,

doft of new books at school,
new friends, and the very first innocent love
that park where I played and fell so many times
my mom crying and my father telling us is gonna be alright
falling in love all over again
falling in live and getting up again
me going away, my mon crying again … and waving proud …

but doctor insists
that it is not so much he can do,
that it is spreading fast,

and I really try to listen,
I try to focus on the ancient wisdom
echoing from his dark voice,
my past life full of joy and wellness
whispers in my ears,
and it sounds fresh and pleasing,
like a song on Sunday morning,
like that song you won’t remember with tears
but with a sudden smile of no regret,

Doctor says
and I am not listening anymore.


From → Philosophy

Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: