life

Sitting lonely on an old house bed
            a lot of grey and white on my head
              Thinking the next moment i just may die
            I just as well some memories enjoy
              My memory is not what it used to be
            how can this old age I possibly flee
              But Memories are what I survive upon
            my breath and soul have long been gone
              To keep life going just a few days more 
            a bunch of albums I have kept in store
              Some pictures I did like to show you mine
             I hope for you its not a waste of time
              Me and my pictures may one day be lore
            but in your heart they may be secure
              From those of many they may not be apart
            still my story I will tell from the start
              Look a picture after my fight with a mob 
            dad rushed to the hospital from his job
              When I was the best man my sister the bride
            a family reunion that ended in a food fight
              A picture of grandpa and I flying kites
            grandma making stories on hallooween nights
              A picture after winning my first ball game
            a picture of her in the saturday rain
              The day when I told ma she will be proud
            that was the day when I left my house
              When i placed in her finger a precious stone
            it was my first christmas away from home
              A snap of me cheering as a college graduate
            and later poking fingers in my wedding cake
              A picture of my first promotion day
            and getting my son a bicycle on his birthday
              To save money up to colorado we had to drive
            the long trip became completely worthwhile
              When I stood there on the grand canyon
      holding my wife's hand on a lonely sunrise                
              Ma called worried suddenly one cold night
            she told me dad is not feeling alright
              asking me to come home as quick as possible
            dad she said wants me to stand by his side
              I took back home the first possible flight
            but the damned flight had to be late
              My good old man did not prefer to wait
         why we remember things that we so much hate?
              Soon I realized that my son was eighteen
            ready to go through what I had been
              My wife then went to an everlasting rest
            I retired from work after giving my best
              In this old house I am just spending my time
            my loved ones my eyes are unable to find
              life I never thought could go by such a pace
            soon I shall also disappear in the haze

Reviews

[April Child]

Ah bittersweet. Precious memories and then we become one too, its the cycle of life, hard to imagine that we will ever get old and then suddenly... Nicely put.

[kurrupted]

(Nodding, kurrupted sighed)-hmmm! Deep and touchy; you have excellently painted this blissful memories and life's eventual, unavoidable end. Glad for you that you have seen all the beauties of life and even lived to have grey hair. At this contemporary time with all the world's trouble from natural disasters that range from floodings to wild fire, from earthquakes to hurricaines and this wars that are going on all over, today's average youth in such areas and the one I come from hardly to enjoy life's beauty and what it offers like you have enjoyed. Am happy for and I thank you this well put piece.