Saturday, April 09, 2011

Ages of Man

While the old man sits and rocks, thinking, dwelling
On what was, what might have been,
Considering the paths he should have, might have, could have
Taken through a long, wandering life,
He dreams of loves lost, of battles fought
Of happier times, of meaningful moments.
He knows full well there are more days
Behind this day, stacked up, piled up
In his sputtering memory
Than there are ahead for him.

A young man walks, not looking yet
For a path or trail, not considering where
Foot may fall, or which road is taken.
His mind wanders over things he will do
Hopes and dreams, goals and "gimmees"
Wants, desires, lusts, laundry lists of things
Fill his rumbling, tumbling, busy mind.

Baby boys sits up,
Falls over, rolls over
Lifts foot high in the air
And contemplates his big toe.


Unknown said...

you make one laugh,

beautiful humor...

Unknown said...

invite you to share 1 to 3 poems to Jingle Poetry potluck now.

first time participants can use old poems or poems unrelated to the theme.

free style commenting,

hope to see you share.


bendedspoon said...

perfect retrospection! Here's to looking back to happy memories, leaving the guilt behind, and honoring the present. Blessings to you :)

Anonymous said...

I love this work. I love how the old man, the young man and the child are contrasted with one another.

How I long to have a life as simple as that of a child.