Used to be

come from dreams

I am now,

So fragile and frail,

So broken and withered.

Lying in a hospital bed,

I am not what I used to be.

 

I was a business man,

Climbing to the top.

Not caring for anything else.

Not nearly what I used to be.

 

Before I was a father,

Nobel and strong,

Respected and loved,

But even still not what I used to be!

 

Then I was a young man.

Calling for the girl of dreams.

Stressing over the one day ring

Then was the time,

I was only a boy

 

A child of imagination.

Not a care in the world

That is… until father’s drunken nights

So, how did I become this?

A withering man in a bed.

 

But what am I truly now?

Am I a father,

With even grand kids.

Am I a business man,

When the work has forgotten me?

Am I really anything at all?

 

As I see my children run in

to say their goodbyes,

as the beeping stops,

I know what I am.

I am Adrian!

And I have had a great life.

I love you son.

 

 

Author's Note

i wondered what my life will be like as i die. so here it is. i hope not to be a buisness man but you never really know. hope you like it. tell me what you think!

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3aF9AJm0RFc

[Sami Khalil]

Hauntings of death can change behaviors...A splendid poem...:).......

[Boy of the red]

Thank you very much!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..........................

[InsanityWriter]

Creative and wonderfully put together. :) Excellent work. (:

[Boy of the red]

thank you! i took it to competion and won second place.

[Blue Ivory]

I think this was really creative. Imagining YOURSELF as an old man. People write from the perspective of a dying man, but it's not normally so personalized. I have to be honest. The first half of the poem seemed a bit simple to me. Like you were onto something, but you hadn't exactly grasped it. But when you got to the rhetorical questions part, you made up for it. I didn't find any lackings there.

[Boy of the red]

it is a bit dry at first I admit. I thought it would show the shallowness of the man giving up.

[Blue Ivory]

Oh. I didn't think of it like that. Interesting!

[Angela ☄️]

This explains death so much! To know how it kills you on the inside when you see your loved ones everyday knowing that you'll soon be leaving them, but then you brighten it up at the end by showing viewers that you have lived a long and successful life! Very good write, I love it. :)

[Boy of the red]

thank you! :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Who knows what awaits us ? A good poem...

[Boy of the red]

thank you my friend. what indeed

[The Girl That Let You G..]

Lovely write on someones life. I like hhw you went through in stages.

[Boy of the red]

thank you very much