There was a merry old man
Beneath the blue skies
Defying every ban
He enjoyed telling lies
Merrily walking and singing through his way
He met his jocund friends under trees
Joking and laughing for a while he lay
And then again went for the breeze
Some little children come towards him running
Dragging his stick to provoke him to chase them
And for joy's sake he would, happily grinning
They would sit for hours together on the glen
With great restrain he returns
The one he always detests
Alas in the night he could not roam
But let them dwell upon his rests
The sourest of memories
His son walks away getting married,
His daughter and wife's funeral ceremony
All of this inside he carried
'Maria', he used to call in sleep
'Catherine', he used to call in sleep
In the depths of woe he fell deep
Frail and weak unable to creep
Eventually forgetting bliss he dies
Leaving all his wishes and sighs
Caring not upon all the cries
Giving a letter for all goodbyes
And so did everyone of his friends
The children's play was weary of him
Ah! but those innocent don't know amends
The bliss in them is dim
the previous comment says it all vasu..i cannot even think of writing such a touching tale of an old man in poem form...you have done it beautifully...the old man with his sad past.and his pains..and the children playing with him..a lovely tale friend
You must know by now the feeling I have that you Young Man are a Genius. I want you to show my comment to Your Mother, Your Teacher, Your Priest. Wake up to the Fact that You have a rare Gift. But keep your feet upon the ground, No Trips of EGO, Thank God and Keep Writing. Kind Regards Philip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its like you've almost known the pain... I find myself doubting your age.