“Completed” is a poem about coming to a point in your life where you get to sit down, tell younger generations about the long and purposeful life you’ve lived. It’s a gesture of praise to our elders for all they’ve done and all that they mean to us.
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When I’m old And not yet withered. In a cranked shelter, slightly bitter My skin beginning to fold
My companions and house mates Have disintegrated to immobile. Memories on my wall…
When Always tics, Sometimes tocs And Often strikes! I shall dive into a place down nostalgia.
Relive or revive memories, Experiences and lives I was convinced would never end; I was convinced should never end
Beautiful faces that tell salient stories That only memories could truly experience; That only the present could whole-heartedly understand.
I’ll feel the glistening of the edges of my eyelids And surface of my eyes. I’ll know tears are begging to slide out But, as my hands dole out my story To offspring’s, A smile, instead, will be victorious.
Past troubles won’t seem so troublesome, But adventuresome. I’ll know my time, my mark on Earth, won’t be gone. And a purpose that always remained untold, (No matter how much I was told, and told) Would be deemed completed.