Nick Kler

Freshman - 939 Points (07/09/1967 / USA)

When I Got Really Old - Poem by Nick Kler

When I got really old
Days became so heavy
And the nights were cold
My skin, oh so fragile
Losing hair everywhere
My feeling were all gone

Anxiety had dissolved in the midst
Nostalgia dimminished before I knew it
I had no time for the past
I was free, free at last

But, Now the pain has really set in
Hurting in the places I never knew existed
Aching in those places
Where I used to play

No doubt, I shall always cherish my past
But I tend to forget the most important parts
When someone brings them up again
I laugh and laugh at those jokes
That we thought were so very lame

I can still feel and remember
The very first time that we met
Naieve, curious and shy to the bone
Felt a total fool in front of you

Making plans for our future
Without a dime to our name
It was neither you nor me
That were ever at fault

It was life taking a turn
That blows away a thousand souls

I finally realized
My days are numbered
Most of my time
Now goes into thinking
Where would I go from here, My Dear
Where would I really go?

Nick Kler

Topic(s) of this poem: old age , pain, past

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Nick Kler

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, May 4, 2015

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