Well, a few days ago, I was wandering through the woods with a pal when we came across a man in his 50 (51 he told us later) and we got to talking. We spent a while, helped him out with his fire, some logs, and some fishin, and he offered to smoke a bowl. Well, over the bowl he got to venting, venting about his life, how he wasted it, how he lost his love, his friends, his body, and how now, his only solace is coming to the woods to get away from it all. He was the loneliest person I've met in a long time, and as we spoke, a poem formed in my head. Here it is... whattya think? Age Youth, it leaves the body flying Soul is soaring And heart is dying Memory, it leaves the body sighing Seeking solace But not complying Love, it leaves the body trying Reaching out A kiss for buying Friends, leave the body once relying Lonely now Yet still denying Strength, it leaves the body vying No control And yet defying Life, it leaves the body lying Face up, lids down A child crying
i like it, particularly because you have a personal experience and actual person that the poem is based on, good work man.
Wow, that was a beautiful poem. It was pretty painful to read though... how can we reach old age and not look back without any regrets? We're all doomed to lose the ones we love and to watch as our youth slips away from us.
It is painful, and it was sad to write. Everywhere I go, I see people desparately holding on to their youth, and the sad part is, its loss is always inevitable