February 14, 2047

Posted on December 7, 2022 | 35 Comments
Hourglass

The irony of dying
On the day meant for love,
Pink boxes of secrets,
Balloon clouds above…
I never hated Valentines;
They all seemed so sweet,
Filled with gooey hope
My soul mate I’d meet.
So much time wasted
Searching for romance,
Living for a future
That never had a chance.
At some point I stopped
Counting my tears
And appreciated the now
While I still had the years.
Only twenty-four more
To do all my stuff—
It sounds like too little
Or maybe just enough.

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Written for the Skeptic’s Kaddish W3 32, where our title is a date. I used the Death Clock to get mine. They’ll give me 7+ more if I check optimistic, but I think I’m neutral aka a realist. Plus February 14 is much more poetic than August 15 (2054).

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35 responses to “February 14, 2047”

  1. newepicauthor | December 7, 2022 at 3:32 pm |

    I hope it turns out to be just enough.

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  2. Roy | December 7, 2022 at 5:47 pm |

    A quick delve into aging statistics has put me in a dour mood. On the bright side, a person who manages to reach the age I am now, they can expect to live another 12 years, on average. I might even finish a novel.

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  3. Julydase | December 7, 2022 at 8:49 pm |

    Love it, Paula. Good take on the prompt.

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  4. Sadje | December 7, 2022 at 10:20 pm |

    Very moving Paula.

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  5. Fandango | December 7, 2022 at 11:35 pm |

    Ah, the Death Clock. According to the Death Clock, I was supposed to have died on 1/28/2020. But here it is, almost three years later and I ain’t dead yet.
    https://fivedotoh.com/2020/01/28/i-aint-dead-yet/

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  6. ben Alexander | December 8, 2022 at 9:13 am |

    Very touching and personal, Paula ❤

    ~David

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  7. henhouselady | December 8, 2022 at 10:28 am |

    This poem has a very sad tone. It made me wonder about if i had enough time to do what needed to be done.

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  8. memadtwo | December 8, 2022 at 1:17 pm |

    I’m more worried about dementia than dying. If I manage to make it to the end of my life with my mind intact the number of years won’t matter. (K)

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  9. D. Avery @shiftnshake | December 8, 2022 at 4:06 pm |

    Despite not seeing yourself as an optimist (-7) and using the death clock, your poem feels somewhat upbeat, there’s a positive message. I will stay well away from that death clock, but will “appreciate the now” as I tick away.

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  10. Cindy Georgakas | December 8, 2022 at 6:40 pm |

    That was truly heartfelt Paula.. 💗

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  11. wordsandcoffee1 | December 8, 2022 at 7:05 pm |

    Lovely poem. I had to try out the Death Clock after I read this, and I apparently have 53 more years! 😀 Astonishing for a cancer survivor; I’ll need to use them wisely.

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  12. brittabenson | December 11, 2022 at 1:21 pm |

    Oh, I’m tempted to try out the Death Clock now… but I don’t quite dare. Time is precious and we never know how much longer we’ve got ‘to do all our stuff’. Great poem, Paula!

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  14. ben Alexander | December 14, 2022 at 2:43 am |

    hi, Paula! I just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by l’il ol’ me, is now live!

    W3 Prompt #33: Wea’ve Written Weekly

    ❤
    David

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  15. ben Alexander | December 21, 2022 at 12:09 am |

    Paula, just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the awesome D. Avery, is now live:

    W3 Prompt #34: Wea’ve Written Weekly

    Much love,
    David

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