Call of the earth

I didn't notice pieces of me falling off

Hair growing thinner by the day

At such loss I did scoff

Then bits of skin started falling away

Eyes, appendix, gall bladder corroded

As a child my tonsils I lost

Slowly bits of honor eroded

With time, children and wife became the cost

Mind's autumn leaves fall 

Dementia rotting my brain to nothing

In deafness I hear the dirt call

Now winter's cold is coming

Reviews

[Laz K.]

This poem shocked and delighted me at the same time. The delight is on account of the powerful images, the concept itself (we lose parts of us little by little throughout life), and the brevity (which is "the soul of wit"); the shock is on account of the truth of it all. Really memorable write!

[Soren]

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kindness and support they are most valued

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Soren... "the Sun will come out Tomorrow... you Bet your bottom dollar"... from Little Orphan Annie. You can Dance and be Romantic ... Everyday is a Gift... gently, Pat

[Soren]

Thanks Pat for the kind review and beautiful thoughts. Yes not ment to be a complaint but simply a statement of acceptance.

[Kanwal]

This Poem is Expressing everyone's life story in such a beautiful way. Yes, winter had already arrived. Happy winter season Soren!

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the review and kind words of support

[emmajoygreen]

Such a raw, honest strong piece of writing that could be taken in three ways:

that's how it goes
it doesn't have to be like that unless you insist
make do, live young because now you can get away with it!

[Soren]

Thanks Emmajoy for the review and interpretation it is appreciated as always

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

a very bleak yet truthful look at the relentless march of time and the dissolution of our physical bodies. while age is the one thing that goes up but never comes down, only the soul can live eternally. and if that is taken care of we can face our demise with courage.
powerful writing, i find myself looking forward to reading your works ever day.

[Soren]

Ern you again are too kind but your words lift my spirits and I thank you for that. I hope soon to read some of your new work.

[Martiya Daman]

We all of afraid of getting old. We love our family, our beauty, health and more. But those things wipe out after time. Being a child, you can play and have a lot of time. But for adults, its complete opposite. But, we have to go through it. Although I consider myself young, I understand the pain. Keep the good work, Soren!

[Soren]

Thank you Martiya for your read and kind words of encouragement. This poem was not written as a complaint but as an acceptance of what is for all.

[berenongur]

Isn't this what everyone is afraid of, getting old? Diseases and losses. Loss of family, beauty, health and everything else. Do you know there was an algorithm; when you are young you have no time and money but health and enthusiasm, but when you are old you have time and money but no health and enthusiasm... this contradiction of life is terrifying. "you can have everything but not all at once."

Feeling all the diseases and illnesses in the poem at once gave me goosebumps. You have definitely reflected it very well!! I admire your writings!

[Soren]

Thank you so very much for the most comprehensive interpretation and analysis of this poem. It was a fear when younger but has changed to an acceptance now that I'm older. I thank you most humbly

[berenongur]

You are made up of the experience of mental youth and old age. Yes, you may not always be healthy, but experience and perception are more important than that. Perspective is everything. And this was definitely written by a young but experienced mind.