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PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
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 can’t 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: “This won’t ever end!” Things are the same when you’re older At least that’s what he was told; now it’s 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, he’ll take a look around But his eyes glisten from memory pain And his hands with callouses 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 life’s 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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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
good grief... this is sooo sad... I used to be so afraid of old people when I was little... now I want to help them, and I never refuse them audience when they want to talk.  well done, and very touching. |
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midnightblues Senior Member
since 2000-07-01
Posts 1597Singapore |
so sad! but its really inspiring. thanks for sharing, you wont mind if i add it to my collection right? you write beautifully Love MiCheLLe If there cannot be equal in affection, then let the one with more be me - midnightblues |
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junemac Senior Member
since 2003-04-24
Posts 1005uk |
very beautifully written. Your poetry is inspirational. this is poignant and just really touched my heart. Hugs from June x |
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PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
Thank you, thank you, thank you all....what can I say to such beautiful replies? |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This is well done, empathetic and sympathetic. We all have worth, no matter our age. Love, Joyce |
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PatAngel Member
since 2004-04-05
Posts 451California |
What a beautifully written poem! It brought me to tears. Patricia 'When you find a dream within your heart, don't ever let it go. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This reminds me of a movie I enjoyed years back... and as soon as I can think of the name of it, I'll be back...  |
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