ANOTHER LONELY OLD MANA Poem by KCthelastboyscoutBe thankful to grow old. Be fortunate to grow old and not be alone
Once, there was a group of us
A gathering of old men Now, only I remain... I am abandoned in a desolate place Alone in a land of strangers This is not a country for old Men These are my last days in twilight I no longer have the lust for women And lately, my mind wanders off on its own... So many miles I have traveled So much of the world has changed Only the sun and moon remain eternal In my lonliest hours, I have only my thoughts to comfort me... The past. The present. Old friends long gone... Can one be so thankful to see another sunrise and yet pray to see his final sunset? Unlike the others, this will be a lonesome death I will wish for godspeed for the journey from this life into the next ... I have good friends waiting... © 2018 KCthelastboyscoutAuthor's Note
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