Old Man's Thoughts!


I'm an old man, me, nearly sixty-three.
My life's on loan, you see.

I miss my past, the beauty of spring.
I lost my wife, my loveliest thing.

Wake up 'round five, all on my own.
Haven't got nobody to share the dawn.

Heavy breathing, to start the day.
How am I supposed to live this way?

Noone but death's waiting for me.
Death is life is misery.

Nonexisting, am I already dead?
Am I resting now on peaceful bed?

No, not yet, these worried thoughts,
the worst of kind of human arts.

Write myself a letter to see if it comes right back home.
It does return after days of roam.

I guess I'm alive, but not like before.
I just thought life would give some more.

You'll lose it all, you know you will.
So get ready for the cheapest thrill.

You'll soon be old, ready to go.
I'll leave you now, tip tip toe.





Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-09-10 at 23:56

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Amanda K
Thoughts here reminded me in a way of my poem" an old lady cry" Old ppl have such thoughts and suffer in silence. Glad that you showed it here though this remarkable poem.

Love,
2006-09-20


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Great insight from one so young. Lovely poem. But I had to chuckle at the thought that a man of 63 is old, but then I realized, you are very young. I, too, thought 63 qualified as old, until I got too near it. Now, at close to 58, 63 doesn't seem old. I guess the joke of aging is on all of us. Old is old until you get there.
2006-09-11


Kathy Lockhart
lovely write full of emotion and images. :) kathy
2006-09-11