Tired

Tired hands aged with time

Hard to believe they belong to me

What a mere ten years can do

Sooner or later life catches up to you

Every line and wrinkle upon your face

Tells of a different time

A different place

Tired feet that ache with pain

From walking so many miles

Sometimes I find it hard to smile

Too many troubles

Too many worries

Everyone is in such a hurry

Me?

I just got too damn tired of it all

So I looked into the mirror

As I wrote this all down

Before I fall asleep

To dream

Of another time

Another place

 

 

Reviews

[she makes me weird]

This piece is very simple with so much meaning to me. I've always believed hands tell many stories of their owner's life. Great job conveying such a clear picture in few words

[Cliff Rhodes]

Hi debileah, nice expression and I too am getting older but not yet giving up because I'm still having fun writing. I look foward to reading more of your poems.

[Damien Dsoul]

"To dream of another time, another place." It's so very explortative, your poem is. More like delving into your soul, searching for the meaning of Time.