Out
So here we are older wiser,Waiting stealthily quietly.
As they take me by my arm,
Any chance for a cuppa tea.
Before carting me off,
To the funny farm.
Sure one of them sneered,
Have you heard old man,
This was the house, Where
the oldest always disappear.
Old man it's no funny farm,
Your being taken too.
You'll never again be alone,
It's just an old people's home.
Look I've had a reasonable life,
Things that I know I will miss.
I'm just a foolish old man,
Who's perturbed at his relatives,
For wanting to sell his house,
His land.
You know when you climbed,
Over the garden wall.
If I tried that I would fall,
All I want in life is to say,
Goodbye to it all.
If you want me to go peacefully,
No pressure. I'll show you where
I've buried my treasure.
The pair of you will be so rich,
Beyond the dreams of avarice.
They let me wander around the garden,
Watching me so carefully.
That crazy old coot,
Is even talking to a tree.
Unbeknown to them I was saying,
Goodbye.
To the history of my wealth you see.
My one and only beloved poet tree,
The world I knew was lost to me.
The portals within opened up one last time,
No longer worried about what I left behind.
For those two watching it must have been,
The biggest fear, As they watched myself
and the tree disappear.
I was bestowed the portals,
I felt that I was blessed.
Even though I was told,
Each world you are it's guest.
I had never felt so free,
The different worlds.
that I would see,
If you had the chance,
Would you do the same
as me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-12-13 at 16:21
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