young and old

by old shoes

Saturday 4th February 2017 8:40 am

I am young

standing ignorant and proud

the cocky sort

I will make these wheels turn

it's the mark of my societal position

a dollar I must earn

hastly racing from my past

searching for definition

and recognition

new opprotunities rise with the dawn

marrage

children

a struggle to carry on

indentured

indentured to what

indentured to faith

in faith that I don't be brought to waste

hard to find time

I must make time

to flourish in the parts brought on by the divine

through my struggles I will endure the tests of my creation

in time I will find wisdom through its contemplations

I am old

so many stories told

in the early, now fading from its roots

points remembered details forgotten

time shortens and is shortening

finding the true joys in life

feeling your heart beet for all its wrongs and rights

how much is left before I pass

sitting

pondering from my glass

all that came before

all now in the present

the future, where will it be

I won't be around to see

thank you lord for all I've been given

please have merci on my soul

and allow me to pass through the gates of heaven

I await the angel that will deliver me

its in your bosom that i will truely see

Comments

Dave D Poet Rhumour

Sun 5th Feb 2017 11:25

Well said!

I have definitely entered the old stage now, and unlike Randall I don't see any dullness. The big problem with retirement is you can have too much to do, all the things that busy working life, family and social life denied you time for...

So there can be much to look forward to doing - our second childhood has more freedoms than the first, even if those are slightly less physical. ?

As you say, there are indeed some true joys of life to be found in the old...

Best wishes, Dave

New Shoes

Sun 5th Feb 2017 03:52

thanks Randall and Rich for the positive input. I am living within the young of this poem, and consider myself an old soul. I have recently felt a time shift in my life that has brought some real prospective of what I wish to experience before I reach settlement.

Old Shoes

Rich

Sat 4th Feb 2017 21:11

I like this, really evokes the wonder of youth, heading into the unknown, and the shortening of that horizon after what seems like a good long time.
The youth does seem positive about the future, and again thankful for their experiences.
The first part reminds me of a recent series of poems I posted on my wordpress site - in a bout of shameless self promotion (www.richardwrites.co.uk - the link's on my profile).
I really like the way the subject of this poem thinks and approaches the situation they're in.

Randall Eckstein

Sat 4th Feb 2017 13:23

This is at once melancholy and hopeful. The juxtaposition of marriage and children with the forgetfulness of age and death in the wings - not to mention the obvious comparison between old and young - really makes this a romantic piece. And here I mean romantic in the sense that it romanticizes the rosy glow of youth and the dullness of age.

A wonderful offering.

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