Life's Weary Road-Sonnet Poem by Joseph Anderson
Life's Weary Road-Sonnet
Life's weary road I've wandered ever long
through victories, triumphs and much defeat.
Those who travelled with me now are gone.
Another time with them would be a treat.
The best of life seemed always up ahead,
as I pressed onward in my hurried haste;
With things and words I should have done or said,
reckless was I, with never time to waste.
Who now will grasp my withered, shaking hand,
who now will hear regrets and battles won;
And show their love, show that they understand
the fate of one, whose race is nearly run?
I oft was not the captain of my fate.
Life's final bow unwelcome, as I wait.
Another fine sonnet Joseph. May I make just one little observation. I think the second line would flow better if you changed it to read 'through triumphs, victories and much defeat.'
Very well written Sonnet, Joseph. To take us along the path of memories is a very nice thing to do. I love to read about the feelings of people of great wisdom and age. You are a great poet. Keep writing.
A very very touching write...! ! With the honesty of thought and the beauty of rhyme, this poem when it comes from an octogenarian is specially appealing! No line is out of place... A sure 10
Excellent poem Joe.So much to do, and so little time to do it in I feel.
The best of life seemed always up ahead, Life's weary road I've wandered ever long. Very amazing composition shared that touches mind definitely. Interesting poem. Road of life is well narrated. Wise and moving poem definitely.10
The roads of life has garnered many victories, triumphs and defeats. No matter the age the journey of life is a long road and we must travel it with all of the gusto we can muster. No need to drag ourselves down with to many memories. Live life to the fullest Joseph. Superb write.
your poems are an absoulute joy to read, , , a moving wite yet again, , ,
Beautiful! While I read this wonderful poem, I listen to Chopin - Fantasie-Impromptu Op.66. Many images of busy time are running before my eyes, but the one that I cannot take my eyes away is the withered hands, raised up and warmed by a kind sun! Who would not wish to hold those hands that grasp a pen that put our busy world at hold to lure us with great wisdom taught! Thank you!
Very powerful and moving; words meant for every human being. You speak with wisdom and experience, and it makes for superb poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Well spoken of the follies of youth overtaken by the wisdom of age... I tip my hat to you, Sir! ... and to your pen.