He's an old man now
with fond memories of long gone fishing trips.
He sees France and Germany in his dreams
and recalls the sweet taste of a young frauleins lips.
He reminds himself daily, that once he lived
through the pains of the Great Depression as a kid.
He however tries to forget the big guns of Europe
that often nearly blew off his lid.
He thinks back
of the girl he used to know.
He wonders how she is
and why he ever let her go.
He was once young and strong
filled with fascination and great hopes.
He was taken away and used by the world
and now is merely a walking old ghost.
He walks with his old dog slow and gentle
they both like the feel of a cold northern wind.
He often sees dark and rumbling storm clouds in the distance
it reminds him of the SS, and makes him fear they are coming again.
He says a prayer in bed every night
hoping to pass in his sleep peacefully.
He fully expects one day to awake in Heaven
the only place where those anguished nightmares could never be.
He's an old man now
just an old ghost on his way home.
He's tired and weary
of treading this world all alone.
Sorry about the word jumble - its supposed to read: The story of a life.... this iPad has a mind of its own! !
Thenatory of a life well lived I guess - great write Smoky.
Heart breaking and heart warming at the same time, A really fantastic poem.
and this one strikes a familiar chord.... you paint the pictures of life very well!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, Smoky. I feel like a broken old ghost myself right now. I will be featuring this poem and some of your others in Puzzle Master Quiz 055, to be posted in a few days. The current quiz is 051.