When I was young, I'd stub my toe, Feel stinging pain of childish blow, Occasionally a family squabble, On broken foot, I once did hobble. Was fleeting pain, ache would not stay, For with the dawn, would slip away.
Now I am grown, inside I feel, A different pain, that will not heal, Lancing, searing, deep sorrow's bite, Fear ache of day, I rue the night, Life ripped away, forever gone, Night's endless void, no more the dawn.
I think the older we get, the pains of yesteryears and days gone by grow more intense. All the things we should have done, or done differently - it's never too late to start anew - to make tomorrow different...remember that. Beautiful poem BTW.
Thanks.. you found the words I have been searching for all day to desribe how I was feeling...believe me I understand. And I agree with poet f. Fetale.. we are harder on ourselves as we grow older.And the nights are the hardest and the longest.Thank you for sharing it.
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA