Old Man

Where grass and bending flowers Grew once like the weeds The field empty and barren For lack of sowing seeds

 

The old gray man alone now

attends to his dusty fields

Watering the emptiness

where the land no longer yields

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He wove his web of fashions

from the tears his pains had sprung

Where once he sang of starlight

back when both their hearts were young

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Then came the winds a-calling

turned to run a-hoping sure

To reach where she was lying

 sharing pains they'd both endure

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The gales did blow around him

precious memories, he'd miss

Drops would fall upon his lips

those that hers would never kiss

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Where grass and bending flowers 

grew together like the weeds

Lie meadows all but barren

for the lack of sowing seeds

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The blushing, blowing Poppies

that once grew all around near

Fill the fields with memories

of the love he once lost here

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Each time he treads on his land

howling, sow-west winds a-blow

Not belonging, feels the longing

 mercy only God may know

Author's Note

I knew a man like this once. His life all but lived. He patiently waited for the end.Which wasn't long in coming. Children give us the legacy that makes the bitterness of our short life more tolerable

Reviews

[Devanshu Rajput]

This is one of the finest piece of poetry that, that I ever came across on this earth. What, flabbergasts me is not only the structure, but the story, that touches my heart.

This masterpiece is like nothing. Your note, deeply moved me. Indeed, kindness and humanity is something that can be felt, by everyone. In a nutshell,

"Compassion is an universal language''

Thanks, for bringing to fore this, piece.

Devanshu

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Dev I thought i had responded to this from you I see i havent.

[Devanshu Rajput]

I'm glad you responded late, because this way, I got to read your piece again.

You're welcome. Take care.

Devanshu

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you young man

[S.G.]

I know a man like this now, and wondering how to drive him from under this cloud. Very powerful and honest, I love the effort you put in this; the picture alone took moments of admiration, then came the poem... perfect.

[Doreen]

Nicely done.

[Lilly]

Oh - this is most definitely a beautiful and moving poem. Amazing.

[Alicante lullaby]

moving...some of harsh realities of life are death and aging.but he lived his time likea man.

[Ruth]

So sad and moving, wiping the tear away! xx

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Nice..almost reads like a professional poem right out of a beloved book of poetry. I loved the avatar, where do you find those beautiful photos? And it's a nice touch how you put a song on for each of your poems, to add something more to what you are trying to convey in your words. thanks for writing.

[The Analog Kid]

Tate, I think we all know someone like this. A sad existance. Nice write.

[VioletRose]

That was amazing tate!

[An owl on the moon]

Your imagery is poignant and beautiful, drifting over vivid fields and the ends of life itself. Wonderfully written and profoundly moving.

[Domenic Luciani]

I thought the picture was really interesting. I could really see a sort of story developing in the back of my mind, and it was fantastic. Amazing job.