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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: End (02/13/06)

TITLE: From the Desk of Sasha Barrett
By sharron pete
02/19/06


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My battle is almost over.
The end is near.
The doctors told me months ago, I wouldn’t see the end of this year.
Am I sad, Am I worried, frightened or scared?
Why should I be darling? I’ve done everything I have dared.
I’ve sailed the high seas, climbed mountains with high peaks
From London to Madrid, I have visited the finest boutiques

In my twenties, I was a hit with men left and right
I dined during the day and danced my way into midnight
I had a handsome beau every day of the week
And did things so wild, of them I dare not speak.
My parents tried to warn me, “Sasha, you’re moving too fast”
“At the rate you are going you won’t long last”
I paid them no mind.
They were the church-going type.
Always convinced that I all I needed was a little Jesus in my life.

My thirties were a blast. I had so much fun.
I kept living life to the fullest. I couldn’t be outdone.
Every party I was there. Always first on the scene.
My friends from my twenties were now nowhere to be seen.
And then one day I met a man who changed my life.
David was his name and he wanted me for his wife.
My parents were in shock, in total disbelief.
Their once hopeless daughter had now given them relief.
‘Marriage will mature her’ that’s what they thought.
But with the struggles of life, David and I always fought.
There was never enough money. He said I spent too much.
David accused me of buying everything I touched.
The parties and vacations David couldn’t understand.
After all he was just a simple working man.

And so our union dissolved after just two years.
David was sad as were my parents. But I shed no tears.
For I realized, that David and I just weren’t meant to be.
All he talked about was Jesus and something called the Trinity.
‘Who is this Jesus?’ I questioned, ‘Why can’t I see his face?’
‘Oh, you say he doesn’t live here, but in some other place.’
‘And how could he create this whole earth in six days?’
‘Seems strange if you ask me, I don’t care what that book says’
‘And how do we know that the Bible is really true?’
‘I don’t know John, James, or Paul, by chance do you?’
So many questions I had but the answers I received,
Were not good enough to convince me of this Jesus in whom he believed.

In my forties, I slowed down.
Just a little bit you see.
I had finally realized the value of a good night’s sleep.
My parents passed away and now it was just me,
Struggling to make it, relying on smarts and savvy
I had spent my early years living frivolously
All I had to show for it was a little apartment on Avenue E
Every day I went to work and plodded through my day
Wondering if I had somehow missed the way
I opened the door every night to an empty home
No friends, no family, no one special to call my own.
My life was quite sad and it seemed there was no escape.
From this melancholy plight I now suffered everyday.
Looking for some relief, some way to cope,
Jack became my life, my only hope.
At the end of a long day, Jack and I would cuddle in bed
I could forget all my troubles and look for comfort in him instead.
Jack and I were friends for a very long time
Until one day, the doctor told me, Jack was really no friend of mine.
My liver was failing, life coming to an end.
But I couldn’t give up on Jack he was my only friend.

And now at fifty-one, I’ve realized too late
That there is much more to life than the next party or date
And maybe mom and dad and David were right
Maybe there is something to this fellow named Jesus Christ
If I could take back the last twenty or so years
They’d be filled with purpose and not so many tears

Make the most of this time that you have here on earth
Leave a legacy for others , of value and worth
Invest your time wisely.
It’s precious you see
Live for something much bigger than you or me.


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Garnet Miller 02/20/06
I like this work of poetry. When we are young, we feel we are invincible. We do things that we will regret later in life. I'm glad that my grandmother taught me at an early age about Jesus. He kept me even when I wasn't thinking about Him. And, now, my life belongs to Him alone. I have a David too. We worship God together and teach our children to do the same. Without my God foundation, I'd hate to think what my life would be like now. Thanks for sharing.
James Clem 02/20/06
This poem does make you stop and think for a moment. To reflect on choices. That makes this a very good writing.
Marilyn Schnepp 02/23/06
Thanks to you, I have just read my life story; only with different names and different places. It is so true, so terribly true! - that youth is wasted on the young. Great Write, and for me, a melencholy read; of a life that could have been...

I loved your poetic memoirs..and it was very well written. THanks for sharing.
Marilyn Schnepp 02/27/06
Congratulations Sharron for a well deserved "nod of approval" from the Judges!