"His Life"

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An old man, pale…sitting upon the mountain top gently awaiting his last winter,
His fragile hands, once full of power and strength…are now memories of the past,
A past he lived in adventure, upon that beautiful snow white mountain….
Fond moments linger in his life, seemingly as it slowly passes him by,
Time is of the essence.

Imagine a prosper world in which he lived…he never wanted or needed for anything….
Or so he said.
Quashed his own feelings, not wanting to let anyone in.
And though he was an experienced man, a man of many trades,
Or so many would say,a renaissance man;

But little did he know that life was the most precious gift that God, gave…
Family to him was “a hobby” unity meant nothing…
The ones closest to his heart, were the ones with all the money.
He would kindle his wife, and set her aside…as if she were merely a trophy,
Little did he know…or little did he care, that one day his golden mare…
Would leave him left in despair!

She lead a double life, to mend her crushed heart…
A heart, that he let break, a time to many,
She had a dream to fulfill...and he wasn’t included.
Early in life…he smothered the love for the ones that most counted…
His children, were often taken for granted…

Sitting in his torn leather chair,
He looks out the opaque window…and see’s that snow begins to fall…
Quietly he weeps, for now he see’s his adventurous life has come to a yield.
Wanting to resolve the past, and make an amends to his family and friends,
A life he let entwine like trendils…

And then he saw in his mind as his life began to pass him by…
The Winter Vetch, with it’s green foliage and inconspicuous purple flowers,
They were his wife’s favorites…at once upon a time…
His life, began to spin right in front of him…as it soon comes to abate.
He hung his head and took his last breath…

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Beside his coffin, his wife clenches her fists, nails dig into the palms of her hands…
She silently curses him beneath her breath-
And when her fake tears streamed down her cheeks…
She turns around, and lifts her veil…for all to see-
As she makes believe, she died along with the man who lays in the casket…
But truth be told, she beholds another story.
In her home, is a basket, filled with red roses…given to her by a lover…
Who at this moment awaits for her, under covers…

JacquelynCruz©2010