Old Men

Old Men

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Betrayed by their youth, the graying currents,

old men reluctantly turn back, recall

the black and white of sun-flowered kodaks--

the poached kiss off of a skittish Dolly Varden.

How unhappy the poor things are… glaring

down the befuddled barrel of a black hole;

the declension of their life’s lost hopes--

what if’s they never followed out to sea.



Ken e Bujold

© 2025 Ken e Bujold


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Ken, When my first wife, the love of my life, mother of my sons ran off, it took me a long time time to cvome to terms with this being I am and what I'm made of, so I wrote a poem, "ALL," because everything broken, scarde, smashed realized, tasted crushed... it doesn't matter, EVERYTHING is what I am, what made me, a lot of it was morfe than I could take, but it's me so I take big bites of it roll it around my mouth for the bitter, for the sweet, for the empty, for the full for the fire... I don't want to waste or lose a single bit of it. It's who I am... ready to swim across any sea in my way...
Vol

Posted 2 Days Ago


Dying young is the only way out, that let's us be forever youthful and remembered as such.
But now I am too old to die young and spend most of my days reminiscing about both whati did and didn't do. The didn't pile is impressive only in size, as my mind erases it from "to do" to "never will."
😃

Posted 3 Days Ago


Truer words never have been. A very thought provoking glimpse back at ourselves

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Dear Ken...this is really something to think about hour after hour...very depressing yet true and that's what makes this poem so relatable....and well written...you make it seem so touchable, so visible...." how unhappy the poor things are...glaring down the befuddles barrel of a black hole"...(help me!)
Very vivid and likeable Ken
Warmly, B

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


How visually you surpass thoughts but create scenes most can 't even imagine! Yours are words to cry over, to beat chest upon but - only when albums are shut firmly and the lines on your palm tingle for some unknown reason!



Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks Em. Wasn't certain if it exactly fit the new group's prompt, but all I had at the moment. Gla.. read more

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Added on March 19, 2025
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Ken e Bujold
Ken e Bujold

Somewhere in Ontario, Canada



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