He Is Dead Poem by Clyde King
He Is Dead
It's true, he is dead.
He lived as he wanted to.
He didn't care about convention.
His life was an invention
of dreams and intention.
He loved to paint
figurations and abstractions.
It's true, he is dead.
He lived with the conviction
that to live fully one must
accept life's contradictions
and damn it's limitations.
It's true, he is dead.
Friday, January 29, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: human life,life and death,elegy
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