An Old Man Alone in a Field

In time, my wife will say, “Enough!,”
And leave her job, and shift to spending
All the money she has saved, and, when
She does, she'll liberate me from my job
Which leaves me aching, from the structure
Of a life of sleep and toil, little else, and I
Will dedicate myself to an old pastime
I'd almost forgotten, to discovery, and
Peering closely into things which those
Who work must overlook, to see the
Details of existence, those which would
Have fascinated me when I was young
And idle, and still subject to the static
Shocks which issue from delight.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-07 at 21:19

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yes, kant can
i've enjoyed this much

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
You may rile at my take of this fine poem, but the "positive energy" of this heartens me greatly.


Details of existence

await. Partake.

Well-crafted. :)