How is it at the age of sixty I am still alone
Each day walking, eating, sleeping always on my own
How did I miss the partnership that most of us attain
My only walking partner seems to be my walking cane
I never had that many friends; I never quite fit in
Was never picked when picking sides by those who liked to win
I was more a quiet person sitting by myself
Never in the foreground like a book back on the shelf
And yet I have my attributes; I’m not a total bore
I do love writing poetry, whoever it is for
I like to walk and ride a bike and fish along a lake
I drink red wine on holidays and always like a cake
And yet I guess that’s not enough to occupy a spouse
Not enough for me to share my life or share my house
So I must trudge on silently and always all alone
Traveling a path that is uncertain and unknown
Towards a final victory or just a final end
Which may be years away or simply right around the bend
Either way I’ll look back on my life and know I had
A wonderful existence as a man and as a lad
I’ll look back on my solitary life and yes I’ll see
That life for me was more than prose; was more like poetry
Very beautiful! I can feel for him now after my husband died, but don't feel you are alone as God will sustain
"That life for me was more than prose; was more like poetry" -beautiful line
Very well written Doc, love how it flows just perfectly.
Love of life and leading a perfect life is the luck one get in human life. The poet selected a solitary life in private life which he is contented that is all. Very nice expression of good feelings and confidence as well.
I'm sure you are not alone Dick, you are a happy and fulfilled soul I believe. Very well written as always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You apparently have had a very meaningful life as you so aptly expressed it. Stay with the poetrt, you are doing great