Some more poetry, Jan Twardowski

Let Us Hurry

Let us love people now they leave us so fast

the shoes remain empty and the phone rings on

what's unimportant drags on like a cow

the meaningful sudden takes us by surprise

the silence that follows so normal it's hideous

like chastity born most simply from despair

when we think of someone who's been taken from us.

Don't be sure you have time for there's no assurance

as all good fortune security deadens the senses

it comes simultaneously like pathos and humor

like two passions not as strong as one

they leave fast grow silent like a thrush in July

like a sound somewhat clumsy or a polite bow

to truly see they close their eyes

though to be born is more of risk than to die

we love still too little and always too late.

Don't write of it too often but write once and for all

and you'll become like ddelphine both gentle and strong.

Let us love people now they leave us so fast

and the ones who don't leave won't always return

and you never know while speaking of love

if the first one is last or the last one first.

Someone famous said, ‘’Sometimes you got to stop and remember that your not going to live forever. Be young, think smart, stay true and just follow your heart’’.

Jan Twardowski in this poem raises essential subject of transience of human life. 

We observe death from perspective of peoples, who bid farewell someone they loved once, where the beloved is only a pair of shoes and whole bunch of memories. 

We could see the tragic struggle of those who were with an intense sadness and pain.

At the same time the poem contain a message to the readers to reflect on their own life. The moving is the author’s appeal "Let us hurry to love people so quickly away.” 

We start to think; if we express enough tenderness to people close to us and people around us and then we reach the conclusion, that in the world ruled by power, money and politics people rarely show sensitivity. One day may be too late and we would regret that so many words left unspoken and the person to whom they were addressed not hear them anymore as, we still love too little and always too late’’

Also we could assumed that the morals uttered in a poem could refer then the relationship between two peoples, when too late exposed feelings lead to separation and sorrow for the lost love, "and never known to speak of love is the last or first or last first. "

I would like to know what is your interpretation of that poem?