Life of a man

Stages of life; growth and development.

In the breezy, cold early morning,
at the break of dawn
Out of the womb of a lovely
woman, an angel is born, a part
of her own.

From the humility of her home,
joy flows everywhere,
Sheer pride, untold praise and
cheer fills the air.

In the late warm morning,
dangling in the atmosphere, like
an aromatic breeze, is the voice of
a toddler.
Spasmodic utterances, without
rhythm, yet perfect to his mother.

In amusement, she watches him
play,
Praying for blessings to walk him
through everyday.

In the blistering heat of the noon-
day sun, an adolescent walks,
And runs towards pleasure and
his peers, but away from his folks.

Thrilled and overwhelmed, she
stands awatch,
Her fingers crossed, wishing for
his life not to end up in a ditch.

In the cool daring breeze of a
lively evening,
A young man strides, head high,
he knows everything.

She sits him down and her loving
advice offers,
But the sound of her voice is
noise and his proud soul it
bothers.

In the cold lonely night, under the
crescent silver moon, an old man
is wrapped in regret,
Upon each shooting star, he
wishes he'd set his life straight.

He beats himself about, he's sorry
for his mother and for his life
which is a complete blunder.
But even the loudest 'sorry' can't
reach her now, she's six feet
under.


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Reviews

[Heather]

The poem of the life of this man is well done, you did well with the descriptions of each stage of life. I wonder if there is a typo in this line however... A young man straws, head high.. should it be A young man strides, head high? I loved it regardless, good write indeed about the life and regrets of an old man.

[Alexander143]

Thanks alot. I wil corect it ryt away.

[Katie Flores]

I enjoyed the little kicker at the end. Thank you for that after such an intense poem.

[Alexander143]

No. Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.