The Collector's Soul

A piece inspired by a visit to a hospice.

The Collector’s Soul

 

A wan smile,

A sallow face;

A sunken cheek

Lined with age.

Will you hear my story, dear –

Will you count the steps I take –

Will you hold on to my hands

As we watch

The dying of the day?

 

A step taken,

A word said;

A drink untouched,

A debt repaid.

Do you see these lines, my dear –

And the dark spots on the page –

Do you see the blurring of the world

Sharpen into distinct shades?

 

The last raindrop,

The last touch;

An unfolding rose,

The last that is ever laid.

Will you sell my old shoes, dear –

A collector’s item put on sale?

Time to go, must not delay,

I hear the song on constant, eternal replay.

 

Those tears are not

A tribute to my name.

 

Reviews

[GetTheHellOut]

Great job. Awsome Poem, I like the way it flows.

[Tina]

Beautiful ! it felt like an experience!

[Jeberle]

This is really good. The rhyming gives it a nice flow without being distracting. I also really liked the dialogue. It made it feel more real and helps the reader visualize this old man. Good job.

[Shayn00n]

I think that is the most beautiful thing Ive ever read!
The imagery is so crisp and amazing!
!!!!