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The Greatest Gift

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PoeticKnight
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0 posted 03-06-2000 10:31 AM       View Profile for PoeticKnight   Email PoeticKnight   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for PoeticKnight

THE GREATEST GIFT
12/14/87

At the window the old man perched
For something past the glass he searched
Life rushing by day after day
Time flying by, just slipping away
To live out his years of twilight
With no one to share the night
Closes his eyes, remembers a song
Reminds him when days were long
Every moment frozen in time
Of the silly, and the sublime
Locked up here in this house of aging
Keeping him down, humanity disengaging
He remembers when he was more alive
Than these who take away his inner fire
But those who play with fire get burned
Just one of many lessons learned
A child sitting upon a rocking chair
A boy running fingers through white hair
Only a shell of he who was Epicurus
Flying through the air on wings like Icarus
He too fell to the Earth
Judged to be of no worth
Not a tear flows from his eyes
Not until the day he dies
Soon, soon come the winds of death
Sucking out his parting breath
Still he waves to those passing by
With neither gloom nor mournful sigh
They see some old, broken man
Light in his eyes, and a waving hand
They canít take anything away
Even upon that final day
His thoughts begin to roam
To childhood friends and home
When he was nine, or maybe ten
Telling his friend: ďThis wonít ever end!Ē
Things are the same when youíre older
At least thatís what he was told; now itís colder
He remembers fighting for his country
And horizons as far as he could see
Recalls every sight, sound, and smell
The fear of Heaven, and of Hell
Now you can run and hide
He chooses to reach deep inside
Of his heart and mind
Another day, another new find
Brings him back to here and now
Far below the lofty clouds
See the old man with head bowed down
Every now and then, heíll take a look around
But his eyes glisten from memory pain
And his hands with calluses that still remain
Sits, and watches the world moving on
Time for his moving long gone
The winds are so much colder now
Running carefree, he has forgotten how
He has forgotten many things
But remembers all the dreams
It seems like only yesterday
Where did he throw it all away?
There is still time for immortality
Away from the window he lets it be
Each memory shining through
Now he knows what he will do
To spread his lifeís wisdom and joys
To some little girl or boy
It is the only gift he has to give
Through their lives, he shall live


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hoot_owl_rn
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1 posted 03-06-2000 11:32 AM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

Great finish on this one  
Meadowmuse
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2 posted 03-06-2000 11:55 AM       View Profile for Meadowmuse   Email Meadowmuse   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Meadowmuse's Home Page   View IP for Meadowmuse

This piece has so many layers, so much depth, and some very creative phrasings ~

"For something past the glass he searched"

"Soon, soon come the winds of death
Sucking out his parting breath"

"It is the only gift he has to give
Through their lives, he shall live"

I really enjoyed reading this.

~ Claire



[This message has been edited by Meadowmuse (edited 03-06-2000).]
Janet Marie
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3 posted 03-06-2000 03:20 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

He remembers when he was more alive
Than these who take away his inner fire
But those who play with fire get burned
Just one of many lessons learned
A child sitting upon a rocking chair
A boy running fingers through white hair
------
Now you can run and hide
He chooses to reach deep inside
Of his heart and mind
Another day, another new find
Brings him back to here and now
Far below the lofty clouds
See the old man with head bowed down
Every now and then, heíll take a look around
But his eyes glisten from memory pain
And his hands with calluses that still remain
Sits, and watches the world moving on
Time for his moving long gone
---------
He has forgotten many things
But remembers all the dreams
It seems like only yesterday
Where did he throw it all away?
There is still time for immortality
Away from the window he lets it be
Each memory shining through
Now he knows what he will do
To spread his lifeís wisdom and joys
To some little girl or boy
It is the only gift he has to give
Through their lives, he shall live

damn your deep..I keep saying it..and Claire just seconded it for me..SEE..you'll learn in time...I'm always right
this is excellent...tell me who inspired it...still stalking..jm

 ...every moment of every day...
your still with me in every way.
every poem and song...
every rhyme and verse...
your still here...like a beautiful curse.
janet marie

PoeticKnight
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4 posted 03-06-2000 03:37 PM       View Profile for PoeticKnight   Email PoeticKnight   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for PoeticKnight

I was only 17, but felt like an old man, and started imagining myself really old...which isn't hard for me. I wondered how i would be, how i would act, where i'd be, what i'd be doing...etc.
Thanks so much Claire and JM.
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5 posted 03-26-2009 05:44 PM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

I was fighting tears as I read this... for every line reminded me so much of my Dad.  He gave that gift generously and I miss him... even the bad days.

But to see that this insightful, sensitive portrayal was written by a 17 year old?? That takes my breath away... you have incredible talent!
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