How Do You Feel In The End Old Man? - Poem by Civ Clegg
How do you feel in the end, old man?
As you shiver through our winter years?
Do you remember at all who I am?
Is the waiting as dull and bleak as I feared?
Do you despise me for all I’ve not done?
Do I despise you for what I’ve become?
Was it all too fleeting, our day in the sun?
Did our flame sputter out, was our song ever sung?
Did the world outside, up and leave us behind,
That same world that was once ours to own?
Was all that I dreamed pushed to one side?
Do these words now find you alone?
If all this is true then I beg you, just know,
There’s still time to live a little, old man.
Whereas I’ve been and gone, now a long time ago,
Remember me in fondness, if you can.
And in that moment when our long life is through
Don’t forget to remember, old friend,
That you were once me, just as I was once you,
And we’re made up of just one man, in the end.
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