Fifty's MarkA Poem by Eddie DavisFacing reality on the eve of a half century of living.Fifty’s Mark
Deeper lines now crease my face, While I move a slower pace,
Knees and ankles, neck and spine, Hate to work and often whine,
Hair relocates from my head, Nose and ears resides instead,
And the hair that’s left on top, Fades to white and will not stop,
Many things I want to do, Can’t be done - its’ sad but true,
Aches and pains and joints that creak, Weariness throughout the week,
Eyes that cannot see too far, Reading vision less than par,
Loss of hearing in one ear, Mumbling people I so fear,
Memories of long ago, Of the things I used to know,
Permeates my every thought, Recollecting things forgot,
Loved ones gone to Heaven’s gate, Leaving holes while I just wait,
Lingering on until that day, When I join them and there stay,
Those around me dwindle too, Youthful days were much too few,
How I wish I’d made the grade, Achieved something ‘fore I fade,
Left something for all to see, For the world my legacy,
Stayed in school to gain degree, Earn my parents’ faith in me,
Gave to her a golden life, She that suffered as my wife,
But the past is far behind, Though it seldom leaves my mind,
So I ponder in the dark, On the eve of fifty’s mark © 2016 Eddie DavisFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on November 17, 2016 Last Updated on November 19, 2016 Tags: fifty years old, Aging, birthday, old, regrets AuthorEddie DavisSpringfield, MOAboutI'm a fantasy and science-fiction writer that enjoys sharing my tales with everyone. Three trilogies are offered here, all taking place in the same fantasy world of Synomenia. Other books and stor.. more..Writing
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