Old Age

Written for a contest prompt to: "Copper Kettles and Conversations". Since instructions supplied the subject, I chose the title.

 

Fingers bent, misshapen, sore

She drinks her tea, stares at the floor

 

Thoughts wandering, she brings to mind

of happy days she left behind

 

Of friends and family who have past

All the memories she’s amassed

 

Days go by without a soul

She knows how old age takes its toll

 

A long, sad sigh escapes her lips

How she yearns for new friendships

 

For copper kettles and conversations would she give

the last few days she’s got to live

 

Reviews

[S. A. Venus]

a lot of romance and a strong feeling of antiquity in this piece, soft expression but deeply emotive and almost remorseful that this particular life is drawing to a close. I think most would prefer to stave off death just long enough for one last long chat over tea or coffee then leave with a dignified smile of peace.

[verano]

Wow! The opening couplet sets the tone for this poem, and all the words following seem to flow inexorably. There is the stark physical toll of old age and the feeling of being alone with nothing but memories. Beautifully and sensitively written.

[Tovli]

very nicely written; enjoyed the story and the blend of emotions captured. tovli