The Waning Years

Uncle Ben

The waning years left me lost tears

for brethren I have loved so long

Remember days of childish ways

 taste of life was sweet as a song

 

Winds that blew, as they always do

from youth I saw in my mirror

A pale gray face, lie in its place

 old folly of years grows clearer

 

I laughed and played, as youth had stayed

duty could wait, while time was free

Time was my friend, though in the end

pain overcame what life left me

 

Author's Note

So often is this truth that we all dread the knock of the door.
For life's time waits on none of us
it masters fate with earnest callous
Caring for none in favored mercy
helping not whom it shows malice
Let us not seek reward in the end for deeds we should do by conscience. Let us instead stive to be fondly remembered by those we love.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

This is so lovely my friend,lovely and sad..but i think it should not be..or is it
years left so many tears,those days of childish ways
life taste both sweet and bitter,the winds always blew
and i always looked the mirror,see two faces young and aged
I laughed for youth made me look like a fool
thought life could wait and time was mine
a friend who always tricked me to the end
pain always was my friend..pain always stayed with fools
You dont know how I enjoyed this..this was so great writing
but i dont think its that bad..fools also enjoy their life..pity
lovely write..

[David Scott]

I like the respectful tone.
Pain is no respecter of age, but it does often exact a price for time spent here...
I enjoyed the read.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you very much

[zainul]

A great work which enlighten the readers for years and share the stories of real life of our ancestors,of our sacrifices and tears.
Thanks for the epic piece,dear friend.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you very much

[John Patrick Robbins AK..]

As always you back a hard punch of poetic brilliance amigo.
the one thing we all must face is the passing of time and to me this is truly a beautiful write.
Great work from a immensely talented poet cheers my friend.

Gonzo

[Tate Morgan]

John so nice of you to come by today.Thank you sir. I am nothing special simply a persistent weed . That seems to turn up everywhere and is exceptionally hard to kill lol I thank you fellow poet! deeply!

[TL Boehm]

isn't this the true. I loathe the old woman in the mirror. I am only ten after all. A wonderful bittersweet poem.

[Tate Morgan]

isnt that the truth we all look back on the years in the past then comes the day when you realize there are fewer days ahead than behind you

[patricia]

Amazing picture. I loved the demonstration in the first stanza simply for the way it looked, it had me absorbed like someone autistic staring at a pattern, and it actually created the mood in which I absorbed the rest of the poem, which felt pleasantly surreal. I liked your use of the words winds and mirror. the theme itself of life were told in a positive way whilst owning the mistakes of the journey. Nice work Tate.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Well crafted, bitter-sweet testimonial to days of yore and loved ones who have stridden ahead to Eden.

[Bellarina]

Love it!