Fragments Of An Old Man's LifeA Poem by KAREN
Fragments of an old man's life collide with younger thoughts. Reminiscences about yesteryears, and the youthful life he once lived. Smooth skin is now disturbed with wrinkles, and his once sharp mind is fading along with the diming of his eyes.
Images of his picturesque wife are vague, but he still smells the scent of her passing in the afternoon breeze. The imprint of her dewy lips are sometimes felt, and his cold-blooded body warms at the small recollection of holding her in his arms. Now he just yearns to be with her.
Laughter resounds in his deaf ears of a little boy and girl. Cuddling them ambush his thoughts, and his knee aches and still feels the heaviness of their weight, but remembrance of who they are slips his fading mind.
Home was a place of warmheartedness. Growth was done as a family. Hard work still shows on his crinkled skin, and pleasure he felt back then he still wears on his aging face even though in the passing of time nothing seems familiar.
He spends his days now in a new home with people just like him, old and alone. Ever now and then he catches a memory, but mostly he sits and reminisce in fragments of an old man's life.
© 2011 KARENAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKARENHarrisville, MSAboutI love to write and cook! Me and my sister will soon be the author of a children's book titled Feelings Feelings Feelings, and a cookbook in the near future titled Two Heads In The Kitchen. I e.. more..Writing
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