Cecil (C.J.) Krieger

Silver Star - 4,168 Points (09/30/1946 / Woodstock, NY)

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

My past is gone
Like smoke in the wind
Days of wonder
And childhood dreams
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

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

    (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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