Poetry
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Im just a fat old man, hat in hand
And time runs away in fear
My days spent on nothing in particular
My nights spent in much the same
I go to work day by day
But the work means nothing
Just digging holes one by one
So I can fill them in again
Where did my youth go?
It seems like I never had it
Never seemed to be free
Never seemed to be on fire
All was responsibility
And think of the future
And in the blink of an eye
Its gone
What lies ahead is full of pain
Whats coming but a dreary rain
Lost thoughts in the back of my brain
And an end
But its good to know its not just me
The beautiful fall apart too
The king will die
The queen will fade
All will go to where we go
Thats just how we all are made
So this fat old man falls again
Lost in thoughts so fragile
Of old times clutched
In twisted talons ancient
As he flutters back to youth
Strong
with eyes of life
And hope and all thats good
Now with eyes so lost
If I got the joke
Id cry
If I understood just why
We all have to fade and die
Like oak leaves in the autumn
Very poignant.
There are times when I just feel like a blob on the sofa...I was feeling that when I wrote this.
Waterguy
(278 posts)I was a child too
and I would follow people
I felt were great
Not great in the sense that they had
accumulated a whole lot of prestige
or money, or popularity
But they felt great just to be around
But they get old and weaker too
And eventually they might fade
physically
And it's hard
And they always would tell me this
Life is hard sometimes
And I'd look around at the time
and feel kind of sad
because I listened closely
to whatever they might say
And then one day they were gone
Peace!