Epiphany too late. EDIT1

[Keith]

From birth we take the mother’s milk,
sucked due and granted for our lives;
The breast which grows the body dries,
as grows the child. You have some beautiful lines here, golden opening
From choice and protocol we learn, protocol feels blunt when pre-ceeded by such gentle words
as life takes hold, we succour spurn,
and with ourselves become beguiled;
without remorse.

Soon changes on us all will come
as childhood skips into our skins; lovely line so well balanced
living, uncontrolled and free;
this, too, will end. this spoils the celebration you have penned so wellwhy not let the next verse bring us down as it does

Trite thoughts become but blunted tools;
as each edge dulls, the truths we made
become just chiselled history
we must endorse. blunted tools each edge chiselled strong images well used

Comes then Damascus! Blazing light
illuminates our groping way!
We are the new, we are the seers,
We shall ascend!

Yet death, ah death, we nothing know;
so gratefully we turn that page.
We see the words, that plot so bold,
we are beguiled.

Tectak
2012
For Roger. 1944-2012

This is very sad and very well written with some fantastic lines that make the journey from breast to grave flow so smoothly. Thanks for the read TOMH