Toast to Life

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    Toast to Life

    The Mocker’s Cry
    By Sheila King

    "Here's to the child who still asleep
    knows not, nor cares that angels weep.
    Here's to the youth who stirs to wake, yet
    drugged with pride falls back to dream.
    Here's to the man who opens his eyes, sees
    the time and sets his mind some good deed to do.
    Then done, reaches out to catch the last warm bits of sun.
    Here's to the old man though full awake, must
    now slumber, must now take his place along with
    those whose hearts did break to hear the Mocker’s stinging cry....
    Wake up! Wake up! It's time to die"

    Then in that moment in the twinkling of an eye,
    Love pours out with all it has to give
    “Wake up my child, it’s time to live!”

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    JadedJezzabel commented on Toast to Life

    06-13-2009

    touche' very nice message here in this simple little poem that packs a powerful punch.................i love it

    csexton commented on Toast to Life

    05-23-2009

    his place along with those whose hearts did break ... I really like this - can be taken a couple of different ways. Thanks, c

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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