My Greatest Enemy

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    This evolved from a philosophical question I like to raise sometimes when I substitute teach.

    My Greatest Enemy

    I am being chased, in a relentless way.
    There is no escape, despite what I say.
    I have no hidden place, no refuge to retreat.
    I cannot plan an exit, I fear I must be beat.

    Its easy to be bitter, but I must not take the bait.
    To be honest with you, my life’s been simply great.
    Though my nemesis approaches, I have no cause to hide.
    I’ve done my best as I’ve seen fit, I view my life with pride.

    So let the future come what may.
    I’ll just face it day by day.
    My fate comes, it shall be so.
    As I battle Time, my greatest foe.

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    ClearlySays commented on My Greatest Enemy

    01-23-2011

    For a first poem that was quite beautiful. And definitely something all man can relate to. What binds us all is that every one of us deserve to die, no matter how good or bad.
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    Justalady commented on My Greatest Enemy

    01-21-2011

    We can't beat time, it also waits for no man. I've wasted a lot of mine. But a foe? I'm just realistic and will accept it when my time comes. " Its easy to be bitter, but I must not take the bait. To be honest with you, my life’s been simply great". Nice thought and great outlook. Justalady
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    HarverTomsson commented on My Greatest Enemy

    01-13-2011

    Time is the foe only as it betrays us into the hands of death. Now there is a real enemy! Harv
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    BrokenHeart2009 commented on My Greatest Enemy

    01-10-2011

    I like the way the poem flows and how the question grows in the mind who is the foe, only to see it is time. Very cool.
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    Bobwelbaum

    01/11/2011

    Thanks! This was actually the first poem I wrote; it was about a year ago.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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