how do you know

[joseph d]

'how Do You Know' He Said To Me,
How Do You Know That When The Time Is Up You Will Be Ready To Go,
Is It The Places You Have Seen,
People You Met, Things You Have Done,
Was It The Money You Made, Your Home ,
How Do You Know You Will Be Ready To Go?
I Looked At Him , And Smiling,
Said,"none Of The Above " "well How Then"? Simple
I Said,
"its Because I,ve Loved"

[blazeofglory]

'how Do You Know' He Said To Me,
How Do You Know That When The Time Is Up You Will Be Ready To Go,
Is It The Places You Have Seen,
People You Met, Things You Have Done,
Was It The Money You Made, Your Home ,
How Do You Know You Will Be Ready To Go?
I Looked At Him , And Smiling,
Said,"none Of The Above " "well How Then"? Simple
I Said,
"its Because I,ve Loved"

Fabulously written, and this is exactly what happen in love, when one is in love in fact.

[goldenrod]

In a world of doubt, your poem's answer is probably the best available, as far as making sense of it all, goes!

goldenrod.

[PrinceMyshkin]

'how Do You Know' He Said To Me,
How Do You Know That When The Time Is Up You Will Be Ready To Go,
Is It The Places You Have Seen,
People You Met, Things You Have Done,
Was It The Money You Made, Your Home ,
How Do You Know You Will Be Ready To Go?
I Looked At Him , And Smiling,
Said,"none Of The Above " "well How Then"? Simple
I Said,
"its Because I,ve Loved"

Lovely, lovely, lovely sentiment - and I admire the bare-bones simplicity of it. Thanks

[romantic novel]

Wow...wonderful words..


Oh.....really that is what is LOVE...


great poem

[Sweets America]

Quite an interesting thought here. :) Thanks for this, even if I'm not sure I agree, but I still appreciate what the poem says.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Quite an interesting thought here. :) Thanks for this, even if I'm not sure I agree, but I still appreciate what the poem says.

Of course, most of us who are the children of the great upwardly-mobile middle-classes, might wish to give other answers, more grandiose ones, perhaps... but imagine the person who goes to his/her death having written a great novel or two, painted some great paintings, built a financial empire or found a cure for some hitherto incurable disease but...

But who never loved anyone else? You might say that some of most of the foregoing things could not be accomplished by something like love, but never to have rejoiced in even one particular individual's existence more than you did in your own?

I challenge you to come up with an alternative final line to that poem.

[Sweets America]

Of course, most of us who are the children of the great upwardly-mobile middle-classes, might wish to give other answers, more grandiose ones, perhaps... but imagine the person who goes to his/her death having written a great novel or two, painted some great paintings, built a financial empire or found a cure for some hitherto incurable disease but...

But who never loved anyone else? You might say that some of most of the foregoing things could not be accomplished by something like love, but never to have rejoiced in even one particular individual's existence more than you did in your own?

I challenge you to come up with an alternative final line to that poem.

Actually I was not thinking of anything "more grandiose", I was thinking that love is not really the center of my life. I'm not sure. I'm not sure my life has any center or goal or whatever. Attachement makes me so sad, sometimes, the impermanence of love.

An alternative final line? :p That is tough. I would say something like

I said, "I know I will be ready to go when I realize that I am already gone anyway, and that nothing matters in the end".

The thing is that realizing this might actually make me stay. I don't know. In the meantime I'm always ready to go, you know, anywhere but where I am.

I like joseph d's ending line, poetically, but it just doesn't work for me, personally.

[lucybonett]

very nice, beautiful, i really love it
Lucy

[Xcape]

Love it