Some call it the abyss others call it a gate
that thing that awaits us at the other side.
I guess I just call it my final fate
there at the end of my long glide.
I first glimpsed it many years ago
watching older folks approaching it
some with acceptance others with hot rage.
I still don't know which required the greater grit.
Long years passed by as is their way
too many wasted like old news paper
crumpled then tossed into the burning fray
all while life's spiral gained a steeper taper.
Now I find I'm far too often being called "sir"
with days of youth just a faded memory
and time's passing in relentless blur
while I sit here and it passes me.
That horizon is mostly staying in plain sight
and it creeps closer with each passing dawn
but for me it elicits little fright
as I just keep on keeping on.
Comments
Hello
I'm still thinking about news paper/newspaper but I see how the came to be thing might be over used so I changed it. appreciate the visit and input.......stan
Thank
you
As always...
I enjoyed the trials and travails of growing old with you. Interesting pattern of descending syllables.
~ Gee.
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Yes
We old dudes have a lot in common. And the defending syllable pattern was by accident, not intentional but I Now see that it works well with this scribble......stan
Yes
We old dudes have a lot in common. And the descending syllable pattern was by accident, not intentional but I Now see that it works well with this scribble......stan
too many wasted like old news paper
'''too many wasted like old news paper'''
you all are still
in the early dawns
of life
I am by now
a crumpled one
what !
as you say
NEWS
ALA
PAPERA
so composing here
Lovedly has abandoned
Where's the garbage van
Hey Loved
Now you Know you are going to continue posting lol. There are days when I feel like a discarded paper but thank god they aren't too often. Thanks for the visit.....stan
when the clouds go away and merge with the far distance
I may again
lol stan
can't afford to miss u
As good a poem as generally
As good a poem as generally flows from your pen...I am sure you would be giving tweaks to stanzas needing smoother flow....
regards ...
Hi raj
The lines of this poem are a bit longer than I normally write so I'll blame that for scansion errors lol. Always good to have you drop by........stan
RE Your Poem
So many words come through the ones that remain in my heart Called out to me Sir and the relentless blur so fab I really enjoyed Borderline really truly divine
SIR?
Lol. Well you'd think I'd gotten used to being called that but I still think that appellation is reserved for OLD folk..... not young 64 year olds like me lol. Thanks for dropping by..........stan