The old man finds rest.
Gone his worry’s,
Gone his anger,
Yet gone his sorry’s.
No more his kindness.
No more his sadness.
Lost his wisdom.
Lost his frankness.
I can recall a time,
Before his strength ebbed.
A charm, a cheeky smile,
His arms outstretched.
I thank him now,
For efforts unseen,
For irreverent fun,
For protecting us.
A good man lies here.
Flawed as us all.
A soul we will miss.
I hope he’s found peace.
Creative juices,
Have been spent.
For so long now,
Minds been bent.
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Towards a duty,
For those that raised.
Roles have twisted,
A Patriarch dazed.
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A wounded Mother,
Helpless, scared.
Vulnerability exposed,
Weakness bared.
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Family solidity,
Has been tested.
But not found wanting,
Crisis bested.
The older I get,
The more I know,
Experience begets,
Knowledge flow.
–
Yet the lessons learned,
Do not explain,
Why I still get burned,
Doesn’t keep me sane.
–
I still blunder,
I still mistake,
Truth cast asunder,
In confusions wake.
Watching the world
Through french doors
Have been for days
And days.
–
Tits and sparrows
Squabble and feed
As forced to laze
And gaze.
–
Seeing the world
One step removed
Isolated craze
A daze.
–
Trees drop leaves
Dogs rampage
As my spirits raise
I praise
–
Finally can move
Breath cold air
Through sufferings maze
Life phase.
I fear you won’t say yes,
To my needful request.
So I dare not ask.
–
As what will I do,
If it’s your view,
To turn from my grasp?
A rage bellows.
Refusing to mellow.
Me and my anger,
Uneasy bed-fellows
I try to release,
Torments fleece.
But I languor,
Will not cease.
Wasted passion.
Cold frustration.
Misery unspent,
No sweet occasion
I am alone,
Worn to the bone.
With none to vent,
All I have known.
At first I loved
To be loved in return;
And when they didn’t
I became taciturn.
–
Then I loved
With no hope of return;
A self indulgent
Pointless yearn.
–
But now I love
Without need of return.
As there’s a purer
Love to learn.
–
The love we are
Fed by media’s churn.
Is hollow, unreal
And we should spurn.
This week has been full of pain.
Physical & inescapable.
Insight waxes & wanes.
I am not capable.
–
But instead of spiralling,
Avoided melancholy.
A gratitude whirling,
Keeping me jolly.
–
You see I’m surrounded,
By those who care.
A wonder unbounded,
Making life fair.
Pain brings despair.
As the spasms flare.
I try not to care.
But I am laid bare.
–
Yet slowly I grope,
And try not to mope.
Discovering hope,
And know I can cope.
Should I buy a trombone?
I used to play,
But gave it up,
As life got in the way.
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Will I waste my time?
Upset my neighbour.
Until the day,
Dust forms a fur.
