The Old Man

The Old Man

A Poem by Becky

  Deep inside the shoes

Of a man that I once knew

I saw a life of Happiness

Tight Embraces

Smiling Faces

Until one day he noticed

No one was around

He sat alone in his home

Alone and weary he stood

Glancing outside his window

At his neighborhood

This man didn’t know

But he had a thought

That all the things he’s seen in life

Eventually had to go

Life passed by him

Faster then it came

He wishes he could take it back

But it will never be the same.

© 2010 Becky


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A powerful poem. In life we must hold on to kindness an love. Or we can be left alone and wishing for better deeds in a life. A sad poem that tells a story to remember. Take care of the old ones. They took care of us. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


Such a sad reality. Life does pass by so fast and if you don't stop to appreciate it you will become the old man wondering where it all went. The poem is kind of sad I feel for the old man. I like the story you created. Nicely done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


No it will never be the same,it was so different only yesterday
when there were so many laughs and smiles on faces that used to come and go
come and go but always there were some around to flash their eyes and fill his life
now so empty it seems,like life itself went and dwelt somewhere far in other places
leaving him alone all to his home..it was just yesterday when things was so different
life moved away so fast he wished he could take it back but again it would never be the same
but i would not feel that sad old man even life now is never the same..the world now never as pretty..i would not be sorry
nice reflections of old age ,how the days will turn away..
lovely thoughts on everything..
lovely write..

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on January 7, 2010
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Becky
Becky

East Haddam, CT



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