The Plan
THE PLAN
One thousand golden days
Ten thousand sparkling thoughts
Spread out here before us
At least that was the plan
Posted on June 2, 2018, in Four By Six, Poetry and tagged Death, Desire, Impermanence, Life, Loss, Planning, Separation, The future, Transience. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.
Ben Naga 
A fine plan I would say…
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But then:
“The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men,
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
(The best laid schemes of Mice and Men
oft go awry,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!)
– Robert Burns, To a Mouse (Poem, November, 1785)
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Resonating with this one, Ben. It’s beautifully sad, and poignant…
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Yes indeed. I haven’t shown it her. Perhaps if a suitable moment will arise. If not it will be just for me. Although it can apply of many other situations of loss too.
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Yes, that’s true…. And such a beautiful plan has its own kind of immortality.
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a plan is a wonderful backup
to what is really happening 🙂
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Well potentially anyway.
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A good plan it is too! I wonder if it will work?
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This was written in the shadow of my current situation.
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