The Rush

If wishes were horses the devil would ride

He’d flay them with cruel whips and cut at their hides

Their strides he would lengthen with means all most foul

And scare their souls witless with a blood-freezing howl.

Those wishes are craven, all carved from regret

They weigh down our spirits, we cannot forget

all those lives we would live if times they had changed

and granted desires, hopes and dreams we’d arranged.

Like soldiers in battle ordered and neat

We planned our bright futures, could not wait to meet

the glorious high-life brilliantly displayed

Now disappointed we curse at the path, disarrayed.

Life is not like a spreadsheet, it’s wrinkled and rough

The devilish detail is knotted and tough

It will consume us in moments, time will speed past

Until we’re sighing our last breath, dismayed and aghast

at the time we have wasted on the roll of the dice

For at the end of the last day, no-one lives twice.


This poem came to me (yet again) on my travels on the London Underground last week. We were all herded out of the station as a man had suffered a heart attack and died on one of the platforms. It got me thinking about how there are no second chances, that we, a bunch of commuting strangers probably knew of his death before his own family – I found that fact on its own to be desperately sad. I wouldn’t choose to die in a London Underground station, in public – but that’s the point, we don’t often get to select the when, where and how of our death. So this, this is about making the most of every part of your life, because you really don’t know what’s lying in wait for you. Just don’t waste it, whatever you do… 

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29 thoughts on “The Rush

  1. so true – we only have so much time and we cannot choose when and how it ends…it’s tough to die in the underground with all strangers around you.. tough for the fam as well

      1. sounds like birth – although watching the experience has made me thankful to be a man, with my agony limited to the discomfort of seeking meaningful words.


    What you choose to achieve is a roll of a dice.
    And the fact is, a plan you can think over twice.
    What you cannot make void, is the urge to have fun.
    So you better find pleasure in making The Son.

    ·: † :·

  3. ..very well said… no one can escape away from death… it will find us sometimes in our anticipation..sometimes when we least expect it… and we can never be well prepared… but we can enjoy every single moment that we have… ah, yes…the best thing to do instead. of worrying… smiles…

    1. Thank you, Kelvin. Yes. And I have been (and am trying to unlearn the habit of) a chronic worrier. So to keep writing things like this is also an attempt to remind myself how it would be so much better to live, rather than worry about living!

  4. The content powerful, Freya. How true that our lives can be extinguished as quickly as a candle flame. Let us not be in a hurry to get to where we think we should be, but enjoy the moments of what we have in the here and now. So terrible about the man who lost his life.

  5. whew…what a close on this…love the energy throughout as it left me a bit breathless in the reading…we have to watch our wishes they def can lead us to places we would not go otherwise….we take what we have to live it to the full…and not wish it away…

  6. Well I wish I had written this, although I never travel the tube, too crowded, I prefer buses. Still you can be inspired by the characters in the bus. So sad about the guy who died.

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