Surprise Me This is a flash fiction contest. Write a story that has a surprise ending. Since it is flash, the word count must be between 200 and 600 words. The ending can be funny, sad, shocking, etc. But the reader has to be surprised.
In my opinion, I like this write, because I can relate, though just a bit younger - I'm 80. This poem is a bit uneven in rhyme, but that doesn't detract from its reflective message, which this writer so aptly stated, " The winter of your life will come, take heed"...
I love the thought patterns of this poem.
Great opening line; a simple statement of truth.
In many ways your story is a universal one. In youth we seek recognition, position, and money, the love of which is the root of all evil.
And in life there comes the evening when we can have the opportunity to assess how our lives have actually turned out.
Sounds to me like you may be enjoying this winter!
I really like your poem! Right on how getting older and our health fails it feels like there is no more purpose until you happen to come across something that ignites your desire to be involved in the human race again!
You're right, I too am in the winter of my life. My leaves have nearly all
fallen. However I am enjoying the years God has given me.
I got a chuckle out of your very first line. I too am the oldest I've ever been. All we can do is say thanks to our lord for the time he has bestowed upon us. Excellent poem and rhyme. By the way, I'm 81.
This is really beautiful and I love the intense and powerful message conveyed in this. It seems that in our lives that we've strived after many things in our youth that we thought mattered. Then came the winter of our lives when illness and reality set in causing us to see what matters as you've so eloquently stated. I enjoyed reading this well written offering. Well done!
95 years old and still touching hearts and minds in a most meaningful way! I have thoroughly embraced every poem of yours I have read--but none more than this. Truth is, everyone ought to live with this philosophy for "impending mortality" does not always follow a natural time table...
We lost a little boy in our town a bit ago...he dashed into the street (age seven--impulsively eager)--and was struck by a car and died on the scene. His father was the EMT who reached the scene first. Such tragedies play out over and over and yet people think they can think about being "a better person" well...later.
I applaud your enjoyment of writing and pray your writing continues well into the next decade!
I always look forward to reading one of your offerings, and this poem is no exception. It is well-crafted with keen insight about what truly matters in life.
I thank you for sharing, and please, keep writing!
I have a hard time calling you "jailbird" my friend. But you are a man I look up to. When I was growing up and still to this day, I've watched people. Some I wanted to be like, others were just bad examples to avoid. I believe this philosophy has served me well. You're one of the people I'd like to emulate. I'm seventy-two. I think I'm just now getting over prostate cancer. I go back for more tests soon. How ever, now the doctors have found nodules on my lungs which maybe an indication of lung cancer. I'm not looking for sympathy. But, I am working on having your attitude towards life. You may very well outlive me. If, so... I'll be waiting for you, my friend.