When the revolution comes
will you be ready
Hearts afire
flames upon your head
Spirit of your youth
still dwelling in there
Nothing gone or lost
till six feet dead
When the new year comes
will you be ready
Another day
as all new days once more
Earth around the sun
we’re still in orbit
Hanging in there
better than before
Stronger for the effort
and the trying
Smarter
for experience we’ve gained
More empathetic
by the hearts sore tested
Healers to each other
in our pain
When the day begins again
each new one
The revolution
one more spin around
Will you be ready
are you prepared, still willing
Bring it on
we’re still above the ground!
Written for today’s Senior Salon #4. Don’t know how I feel about qualifying for that! I suppose coming up on 55 counts. But still raring to go. Come the revolution – every one of them. 😉
Nicely done. I have 2 or 3 ways I can interpret this poem however the key belongs to the poet.
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I was hoping it would work on a few levels. I’m glad it worked for you. Many thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂
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🙂
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I love this – a powerful, inspiring call to action 🙂
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Thanks Carol. I’ve gotten more bolshy as the years go on! No time to waste. 🙂
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God I hope so! Each day is a challenge – and I mean that in a positive way. I just hope that I can rise to it. I like the way this poem reads as a rallying cry against complacency. All the best for the new year, Anne-Marie – hope it’s a good one!
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Looking forward to it, Chris. Once I get the New Year celebrations out the way! Quiz night and a pot of stew, bit of a sing song and a few haufs, a good sleep and I’ll be ready for the revolution. I hope! All the best to you and yours for ne-erday and the New Year. 🙂
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We’re thinking along the same lines, per usual. Have a wonderful Hogmanay! All good things for 2016! xo
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You too, Cole. This is the year coming for good changes. ‘I feel it in my watter!’xxx
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Okay. I was kinda in this pissy mood and you just blew it away. Really good writing. 😀
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You’ve worked too hard, I bet! Christmas isn’t a holiday. Except at 1a.m. With a hauf! 😉
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Are you ready for the revolution? Hell yes. Where can I sign up? Thanks for posting and writing for the Senior Salon. I wish I could think of a better title that Senior that wouldn’t make people feel over the hill but I can’t come up with one. Any suggestions?
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I’m tempted to say, ‘The Auld Gits’! Although it’s used loosely as a derogatory term it’s embraced widely and welcomed by anyone over the age of forty that has something to say. Bit Scottish/British though. Don’t mind me, I just never think of myself as a senior! More like a junior with a few years on the clock. 21 plus VAT, as my old mum used to say. Thanks for the invite. I didn’t think I’d make it today. Life and blah. But inspiration, and time, have a way of coming through when least expected. And I’m still out of bed at 2a.m.! Not bad for an auld git. 😉
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Don’t stay up to answer me but I’m not sure my readers would understand the Auld Gits Salon but I like it a lot. Of course, my gram was born is Port Glasgow. I may give it a whirl.
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I never need an excuse to be up to thon time. 🙂 I forgot you were a port girl. It might work. Maybe in brackets. 🙂
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it reads like Viagra for the flaccid spirit
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; I’m good with that!
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