On a park bench under a spreading pine
With face in his hands an old man cried
Salty tears followed deep etched lines
Unashamed without pride
From old and gnarled hands it fell
Tear laden telegram rang deaths knell
Silence so loud it deafened him
Blue veins pulsed through thinning skin
Numb to the cold he could no longer feel
The words he read seemed so unreal
Weak from tears he laid to rest
Park bench cold from winters crest
No one knew what aspired that day
Wind like a sail blew the telegram away
His lifeless body found void of fears
Eyelashes locked from frozen tears
* So many seniors die with no one to share their sorrows. As we age I think it's important to recognize this and correct it. God Bless *
TJ, so glad I popped in and saw this magnificent poem....you just get better and better my friend...2 comments? ? Are they all mad? ? ? ? ...Loads of love to you, *dc*xxxx
That was heart breaking and so true at the same time. I really liked it, and at the same time I thought it was sad. Good Job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh James that was a heart wrenching piece of poetry so brilliantly written - well done TJ. Luv Tia