docmaverick
docmaverick
May 19, 2012

Colder, and a bit Older

When I was but a young man
I flew high, by the seat of my pants,
I celebrated with my glass held, high,
plus, I rarely missed a "dance"!

Then, as I grew older
seems I'd break before I'd bend;
and, as life grew much colder
I learned the value of a friend.

Now, I am much grayer
and cherish days, as they go by;
with each, and every memory
causing my heart, and soul to sigh;

I've honestly tried to help,
and treat others in a way;
to show that I'm an example
like how Jesus, used to say.

I sincerely hope I never
caused anyone to fall,
compared to my few burdens
my blessings outweigh them all!

And to our next generation
coming up into our view,
I pray your blessings too, will be greater
as I bid you all, "adieu"!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Simply an odd amount of, "quasi-futuristic reflections".

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

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: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates

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Comments

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 11 months ago

Join the club, know how you feel lol, at least you can bend a bit lol, liked this write a delicate show of age, Yours Ian.T

docmaverick

...I sincerely appreciate your words of encouragement on this one. However, some may get the idea that I'm also, "hell bent", ya know?
friend, doc.