And Now He Sleeps

A lonely old man, gets his wish in the end.

Once there was an old man who could barely find the strength to stand,

His bushy silver beard was long and thick,

There was wrinkles upon his ancient hands,

In order for him to walk, he needed a stick.

He lived in an old shack made of wood,

His old weathered down door squeaked,

The shack's four walls barely stood,

And the splintering floorboards creaked,

He had tried many times to fix these the best he could,

But his ancient back also creaked.

The old man, he tried hard to be happy,

He really tried his best,

But in the end he found it rather sappy,

Not to mention it really  puthis skills to the test.

Instead he felt very sad,

He was a very lonely old man,

He had nothing, for he had given all he had,

To those whom he'd known when he was a young man.

The old man sat down,

His time on earth was almost up,

He'd  soon wear the crown,

He tried go stand backup,

Only to give up from exhaustion,

His time on earth was almost up.

The old man lay his head,

The sheets were warm and deep,

Upon the bed,

Finally the old man could sleep.

There once was an old man who could barley find the strength to stand,

His bushy beard was once silver and thick,

Wrinkles once covered his old hands,

To walk he needed the aid of a stick.

The old man with the silver beard, he found his peace,

Now he sleeps,

His sad old soul, is now as free as the young geese,

And now he sleeps.

Reviews

[matrixmark]

You gave a great feeling of loneliness throughout this poem. The added on bolts of his creaking house and the comparison to his creaking old back was a nice touch. It really gave me the urge to want to help this old man. But then you kind of turned it around by saying how he feel into his warm and deep bed. Which then you drew the piece off in a peaceful and satisfying manner, knowing that the old man would literally rest in peace.
To have gone from sadness, and then to end with a rather peaceful ending is a 'job well done'

Another great read.
Mark.