Cecil (C.J.) Krieger

Silver Star - 4,008 Points (09/30/1946 / Woodstock, NY)

Old - Poem by Cecil (C.J.) Krieger

My past is gone
Disappeared
Like smoke in the wind
Days of wonder
And childhood dreams
Unfulfilled
Have been eaten
By old age
And cast out
Like a hook
On a fisherman’s reel
These days
The lake is empty
And the cast
No longer goes as far
As it once did
My days are numbered
And I have grown
Much too old
To reel the line
In

Topic(s) of this poem: fishing, old

Form: Prose Poem


Comments about Old by Cecil (C.J.) Krieger

  • Spock The Vegan (11/26/2015 2:25:00 PM)


    Yes it's sad when people get as old as us, but I have 3 older siblings that are still alive. I have not been fishing in a while. Maybe we should go out together, and the two of us could reel in the line. :) (Report) Reply

    Cecil (cj) Krieger (11/26/2015 2:57:00 PM)

    I love your comment... If I only had the money I would do it in a heartbeat... thank you for the kind words

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 26, 2015


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