Old man!!

This is a real life story people, I am trying to limit my words with the scenario i watched almost for 7 years.

He sits here

Tired face, searching eyes

He walks miles every day

Sitting right over here

 

Across the ocean his eyes swims

Above the sky his gaze flies

Beyond the world his expectations goes

Then he finally rests here once he is tiered

 

What does he creeps for?

Why does he sit here?

What does he wants to see?

Who does he talks to?

 

An old body

Full of furrow

Dusky eyes

Stretching low to rest

Weak limbs climbing up the pass way

To reach the same destination

The tiredness was not a long stretch.

The eyes got rest of long term

He was marked to the same porch

That waited for him everyday

He is dead, the old man of mystery.

And the reason still remains unfurl.

 

 

Author's Note

God bless his soul!! May you R.I.P and meet the one you always searched for in the eternal bliss.

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

Simply and lovely. I really enjoyed this poem :)

-Quana

[prodicallife]

Dear Quana,

Firstly, thanks for visiting my wall.

I am really honored and much appreciated with that positive response of yours.

Thanks a lot for reviewing.

Stay blessed
Prodical

[Coyote Poetry]

"What does he creeps for?
Why does he sit here?
What does he wants to see?
Who does he talks to?"
I like my Grandfather life. He worked in his garden and kept up the best lawn till he was 90 years old. He fixed broken bikes and he gave them to the neighborhood kids. He was the block Democrat. He would go door to door telling the neighbors to vote for the democrats. Many way to get old and died. Sometime we need good reasons and reasons to be alive. I saw the story in your poem. A old man died down the road. They found his body a month later. His grass was too long and rent was due. Many ways to die. If we are lucky. Not alone.
Coyote

[prodicallife]

Dear Coyote,

That is so true. I much appreciate the valuable and a helpful life I would say your Grandfather lived. People of his mentality are never erased from anyone's memories who have seen him living. They must feel proud of watching this man live such an appreciable life.

Thanks for sharing your views and much appreciating lesson of life.

Stay blessed
Prodical

[PoetryPenPal]

This poem was very good. The only problem is, you spelled "tiered" wrong. Great work!

[prodicallife]

Dear Writer,

Thanks for reviewing my work.

I am sorry for that stupid mistake. Thanks for correcting.

Stay blessed
Prodical

[PoetryPenPal]

It happens. Spelling is my weak side, so I get corrected on it a lot.

[prodicallife]

Hahahahaha, thanks for pointing me out over that. :D

[PoetryPenPal]

My pleasure!

[zainul]

I am very pleased to read your work.
It is really a befitting honor who deserves this.
God bless his soul!!

[prodicallife]

Dear Zainul,

Thanks a lot for those positive powerful words.

I am appreciated.

Stay blessed
Prodical

[zainul]

You are most welcome.:)

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)...............

[prodicallife]

You are most welcome Sami.

And thanks a lot for reviewing my work with so appreciating words.

Stay blessed
Prodical

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...Any time...:).............

[Praveeta]

Beautifully crafted poem on love. A pity he did not find the one.

[prodicallife]

Dear Praveeta,

Thanks for pulling out time to review my work.

I am respected!!

Stay blessed.
Prodical

[Praveeta]

You are welcome.

[magenta24uk]

Very soft and moving, a lovely way to remember such a person. Love takes many forms. Excellent piece.

[prodicallife]

Dear magenta,

Firstly, thanks for reviewing my work with such appreciating words of your.

Yes you are right, love can harp it's tune in any form. At times it takes a turn of spring weather and also at times it twists out to be a dry harsh summer.

Anyways, be people blessed with the soft, respectable love.

Thanks for you time.

I am respected.

Regards
Prodical