I’m still here
yesteryears are gone
I still see
not dreams
but only those my dwindling eye can behold
I still hear
the birds and the flowing waters
they are mere sounds
not quite the melodies they once were
I still walk these paths
and no longer wonder what lies beyond
for I now know they end where they began
I still ask myself
not How?
but Why ?
I’m the same man
though the one in the mirror is not
my old wristwatch is the same as ever
but it’s the times that have changed.
I look at those mountains,
those woods,
and those cornfields;
I knew them all my life
they’ll be there tomorrow
but I’ll have to go.
yesteryears are gone
I still see
not dreams
but only those my dwindling eye can behold
I still hear
the birds and the flowing waters
they are mere sounds
not quite the melodies they once were
I still walk these paths
and no longer wonder what lies beyond
for I now know they end where they began
I still ask myself
not How?
but Why ?
I’m the same man
though the one in the mirror is not
my old wristwatch is the same as ever
but it’s the times that have changed.
I look at those mountains,
those woods,
and those cornfields;
I knew them all my life
they’ll be there tomorrow
but I’ll have to go.
3 comments:
That's an entire life lived. In the twilight zone - no matter who, it comes full circle.... the physical imperfections, this time of old age, and the unanswered questions that piled over a period of a life time. In the last chapter of your life, evincing love for the things you loved once as a child elucidates how simple a life should ever be. A suitable conclusion to the anthology.
i liked much of the stuff U got here man. kewl! post more of UR stuff. ciao.
hey where is your contact details? bios?? IMing??? email????
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