My early childhood years,
learning years, scary years,
fear of failure, fear of bullies,
some success, small delights.
My later childhood years,
school time, trying, doing well,
body changing, feelings came,
with them many longings,
to be, much older than I am.
My early grownup years,
leaving home, travel to
far off lands to work,
love, marriage, children,
many, many long goodbyes.
A longing to be home,
a loneliness, a feeling
that cripples, causes worry,
I sense I am not complete,
a concern, an anxiety that
does not go away.
Separation, and desperation,
stay until my middle years,
the craving, wanting ones,
my addictive time of life,
full of anger, full of strife.
full of wanting, full of shame.
A compulsive hurting ache,
wipes out my caring mind,
drives my family to a break,
alone, sad, frightened, and
unhappy I tried to end my life.
Still in middle years,
but tired of being tired,
losing hope, and in despair,
I reach the bottom of my life,
I then realize I need a miracle,
to help me change my ways.
A sober moment, a breath of air,
a precious lady, a start of love.
A new desire, I now had,
a motive to begin again,
to have a better life
and start a life anew.
With help of precious lady,
by talking to myself,
seeking help of others,
and wanting to be free;
I lost my thoughts, the
ten thousand rising things,
the worries, the despair,
the doubts, the problems,
I start to build a life with
that precious lady who
has now become my wife.
In my senior later years,
with time, I learned I had
a gift for other things,
through silence I began
to enjoy the present moments,
and learn to be content;
no crazy wants, no noisy thoughts,
no big hurrahs, no moans or groans.
I grew, I read, I wrote, I studied,
I became what I was meant to be,
a kind, cheerful, caring, happy man.
Life and its honest transformations...you narrate in a beautiful way, Bob...I am able to find a total calmness a subdued happiness in this poem of yours, as in your life, as you wind up your well framed lines...10/10
Bob we have followed almost parallel paths through life. Like most people I married because I thought I had found the right partner.No dobt my hormones played a major role. That maariage came to an end after 42 years >My wife was a chronic depressive which gradually developed into paranoia >I had to call it a day to preserve my own sanity I was alone for some years until I met my lady another writer at a writing club meeting. I did not believe in love at first sight bur I wa wrong again She too had afailed marriage behind her. Neither of us were looking for new partners too many unhappy memories. But we had no choice and were married within a few months.Our respective kids accepted the new arrangement quite happily The best decision I ever made in my life Four years on we are still on honeymoon. ivor
What an honest and painful at times I imagine to write what I take to be autobiography in verse. Our hearts reach out to such admissions Bob, and many I am sure will benefit from the utmost candour of the piece. Truth will always give it's own reward in the end. Love from Fay.
dear bob, i came by your life poem by chance just now.i think it is a great write, because, it is difficult to write about oneself with full honesty.life takes many turns, even when we dont want it to.its gods will that finally prevails for all of us.it is the present moment which we should make good., and be happy with it.clarity of feelings makes the poemeven more lovable! ritty
Bob as I have said before you write from the soul...you expose what scares most folk growing up...I am so happy that you have found peace...few people ever do...a truly wonderful write... Regards Alf
a brilliant poem sir....your honesty reflects in all your poems...great 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A most telling and honest story of a life filled with many challenges. Bob this reaches down into the depths of the heart for the reader, and no doubt for the writer. Kindest from Fay.