His shoulders hit the earth With a soft thump Curls sweep across his eyes "I'm checking down. Will you stay by me?" Frenzied fight, finally still At 535 feet The sea cradles her prize "Fitzgerald, we are about 10 miles behind you." Crushing, burning his lungs Pain searing, licking As a million barbed tongues The …
In the mood for a beautifully bittersweet poem? Here’s “Old Man” by John E. Moss.
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The Old Guy … In My Opinion
Old man sitting alone in the dark.
What was just yesterday,
Now a long distant memory.
Oh, the past lurks behind all of us.
In silence, rocking endlessly,
Without purposeful intent,
Without a breath of protest.
Old man sitting in the dark,
Watching the parade,
Of unrealized hopes, denied ambitions,
Of dreams that withered and died.
The darkness hides so much,
And can be a Master speaking harshly.
But the light of day whispers promised truth,
To an old man sitting alone in the dark.
jem © 2018
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