Gumption

The cap is the same
i wore growing into manhood.
It's faded over time
like my hair
but has the gait and gumption
of youth and maturity
which helped me scale mountains
skid on the slopes
and now trudge on the dotted line
to a vantage point
where I blink at the Sun
with shaded eyes
holding onto my cap
not letting it blow away
by winds of time.

It now has a companion
a stick
to walk rest of the miles
with my thoughts
into mysterious tomorrows.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Somewhere in the world, IND

Comments

Thinking Cap

I like your poem. I like the theme. Send more of your poems.

Thanks Eulekia

for taking time to read ...good to know you liked this...
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Wow, raj,

the imagery is so dense here it is inseparable from meaning.
Which is one of the highest compliments I can give.

I very much look forward to reading this work again and again and again.

But I don't like the title. It is trite. Perhaps something a bit more esoteric?
Or maybe that is your point.

Thank you.

Hi Jess

it's a great privilege when you visit my page and more so to read your encouraging / appreciative comment.....I will certainly look to work on the title which to me too looks very straightforward...

thanks and regards..
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Hi again Jess

Let me know if the change in title is better...
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Yes,

much better.

I like your poem raj

If you're old like me (like 70), not very old (that's like 90), you certainly will get the poem. Lately I have needed a cane, but I get a new knee in 2 days so I hope I can do away with it in a month or two. Walking around with a cane... hey you want to feel old, that's a good way to start.
I agree with Jess on the title. The poem reads nicely and I really like the last stanza.