Not Forsaken Growing Old (A Famous Poem Re-written for NaPoWriMo)

by Shell DeToni, posted in Poetry
Give this life away till weep!
And, I’m drowning tears a streak,
So rare to hush my speech:
Life makes waves crushing souls
In our hearts are gaping holes;
Nay I see lights golden hue
Coming back with something true,
 real or not, time is up,
 reality just lost its plot?
None to real so I’m told
Not forsaken growing old.
 
You dance on top my grave
My life you did not save,
Say not buried six feet deep
My soul’s not to keep-  
So sad! Left all alone  
Still alive not yet of bone,
Out I’m thrown-Out I’m thrown!
Helpless! why no one cares
To my death they stare?
Helpless! why no one strains
Stop me from going insane?
Nothing is real so I’m told
Not forsaken growing old. 

A Dream Within a Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe 
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep 
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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