weep not for me

this poem is about an old dying women ,a sad man who could never admit the love he felt for her, and the time he waited too long to tell her. his hope that she knew without it being said

Weep not for me 

I am never really gone

oh this shell is old and worn out 

the skin wrinkled and the frame all bent and crooked now

the joints locked and slow to move 

my breathing is labored but that spark that God imbues us all with is still there

can you not see it.

look harder,go on look, screaming look can't you see it.

When you look at me 

what do you see

are you all so blind that you will never see

you the beautiful youthful people

Oh if only you could look below this outer layer of flesh 

this ragged dress I wear now

so old, so worn and wrinkled

Go on look closer my friend look closer

look past the old, the age and the infirm 

go on look deeper see it shining there in the dark 

first a pin size light then bigger and bigger 

until finally the light so bright we have to shield our eyes 

do you see it, can you see it

see the joys I once shared,the memories that now dance across my brain like falling drops of rain 

Those wonderful moments of love and joy 

how soon they go

 so swift to past

but age is not the end 

it is the beginning 

the beginning of a time for memories and for the thoughts of once was,could have been and wishes that were never granted

Now as I sit and watch the box go sliding past

on the journey where I cannot go

Knowing that one day, one glorious day 

we will meet once more  and once more as the child I once was 

you will hold me and say gently and softly 

weep not my son for as promised we have met once more 

Until then  i will remember and try to live my life knowing that you watch from above

my room will cleaned, my teeth will be brushed and my manners i will keep 

I will sit straight and hope to make you as proud as the day I was first born

so farewell  for now  may the journey be swift and family and friends await you on that side

dance well, laugh hard and love long 

for these are the true treasures in life 

everything else just window dressing on this short adventure we call life.

sleep well sweet women may the angels take you 

my dad be with you may you dance and laugh once more with the youth you once had

until we meet again i will wait, i will remember

cherish those moments when words were never needed and perhaps 

just perhaps a little weep every now again

just for old times sake

Author's Note

Grammer is not my strong point I know that ,but poetry is about feeling ,imagery
these are things cannot be quantified to rules