promised in old age
I would have solitude
pleasant and sublime,
happiness and security
filled with memories,
satisfying and sweet,
and it came to pass
old age caught up
it's not one particular
day of reckoning
that came knoocking on my chest
short gasps of breath
pains of rheumatism
malfunctioning of the plumbing
its not the pain and slowing down
that follows me around
not even the glee and merry
laughter echoing,
of a new generation surrounding
can compensate all, on its own
solitude when sought
soon filled with electronic buzzing
Hybla bees stinging with their poison
false promises of honey
waves of fear appear
of being left
alone with memories
all on your own
memories crowded with others
wings spread in flight and delights
winging their way, alighting
then vanishing into a fog of recall
returning only in part when surrounded
by the bugles of whim, need and fancy
I have been to the outer regions of space
and found myself wanting,
no safer than before,
been to the moon and stars
to the bottom of oceans
my eyes have seen the glory
of creations seen before
looked over the rim of volcanoes
shook with typhoons and earthquakes
tragedy and war
and I know that I am not alone
I have been to the peaks
of happiness and joy
I have seen the pages of literatre and stories,
unfold before my eyes
the knowledge of others spread out before me
what makes me so restless,
it all never seems enough
now that old age has caught up
and too much is voyeured
this plaintiff is both a romantic
of the past
and a gadfly of protest,
is not satisfied we are doing our best
in our quest for more
and more years
nor the quality
of our tears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart-touching composition. A beautiful poem on old age from the experience. Wonderful,10+