“An Elder’s Gaze Beyond the River’s Edge”
In the window’s frame, an old man sits,
Gazing out with pensive wits.
Once, his house stood neat and bright,
Now, it’s in disarray’s twilight.
Drapes hang loose, tables cluttered, astray,
But today, no tidying, come what may.
And not tomorrow, he’s quite certain,
His thoughts on a distant, obscure curtain.
His eyes don’t dwell on the present’s charm,
But a far-off shore, across a river’s calm.
No sorrow fills his heart’s core,
Rather, curiosity, he can’t ignore.
He’s prepared, though unsure of the quest,
Ready for whatever comes, at best.
Across that mystic, unknown shore,
An old man ponders, forevermore.
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September 4, 2023 at 5:43 pm
brilliant…..
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September 4, 2023 at 6:09 pm
Beautiful…
❤️
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September 5, 2023 at 6:55 am
You are a poet on top of everything!! I can tell you are doing more reflecting these days. It shows in your writing. ❤️
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September 5, 2023 at 1:01 pm
I have lots of time for reflection these days. I am glad to see my skill with words is improving with practice. I thought that was gone forever.
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September 14, 2023 at 6:41 am
That river was my dad’s last grand adventure – as far as I know. I wish he had come back to tell me about it. He was able to do something for Mom, though, so I know he’s a-ok.
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