Open Poetry #25 |
Consequences |
morefiah Member
since 2003-03-26
Posts 150Spanish Town, Jamaica |
In the comfort of my youth; The years when Life wandered before me on a seemingly endless road, I passed an old man begging on the street, Palm outstretched his eyes staring sightlessly. I was in the prime of my ignorance For I thought the world was mine to hold in the palm of my hand. So I sauntered along and swept past him without a second thought. "And why shouldn't I?" So I asked the distraction that was my conscience; "I know him not. He isn't my responsibility, What did he do with his youth? He must have been careless. Didn't he know that he would get old someday? Let him suffer. He created his consequences." And I put him (and his age) away from me. Now here I am: An old man, begging on the street, palm outstretched; Sight left me long ago. A curse upon youth! For youth is treacherous It left me... abandoned without any warning; Draining away, leaving me sapped, weak and helpless. But mourn not for me, be pitiless... For I created my consequences. Garfield |
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Marshalzu
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
I enjoyed the read greatly. Andrew |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Well done! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
into my library where genius rests comfortably, awaiting another reading |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Heartbreaking, isn't it? This has so much meaning. Nice work. Sandra |
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