Old face

L. B. Mek


oh, destitute faceless grace

aged and by then - a splintered wreck

how has Time, churned thee


is there still a semblance 

of youth’s whimsical gaiety

in thou stoic-stretched, wilted lips;


these inked musings, aren’t

merely, fear’s - yesteryear yearnings

for I, shan’t ever greet thee


no chosen path ahead, where

thy mirrored self awaits, to be faced

that remnant glint of child, within


has long: since decreed



© L. B. Mek 

May 2020

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2021 03:23
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 65
  • User favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan.


  • Poetic Dan

    I want to read this again and again! I had to take my time but that's what made it even more sublime!

    Fantastic stuff

    • L. B. Mek

      Really appreciate the enthusiasm
      in your supportive comments and gesture..
      humbly: I thank you, my generous friend

    • Niyitanga Pacifique

      Structured well and well penned..Mek

      • L. B. Mek

        glad you liked it, dear poet
        thanks for the supportive feedback

      • Accidental Poet

        Excellent write LB. Age is all mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter. 😉

        • L. B. Mek

          simplified acutely, like a true philosopher
          wise words dear poet, thank you

        • Neville

          I am reminded not only of myself and those of loved ones passed & past, but of an old clock counting moments and on which the polished patina of time is now the only thing that shines ... without a doubt another winner in my book sir .............. N 🙂

          • L. B. Mek

            'an old clock, counting moments
            and on which, the polished patina of time
            is now: the only thing that shines'..
            best lines on this page, and that's a Fact!
            thank you my friend

          • Jerry Reynolds

            Brilliant write, L.B.
            We visit the child in poetry.

            • L. B. Mek

              ohhh, that's just the best summarisation
              of my words, Jerry
              you've just worded - so succinctly
              the root nucleus, of the message
              my feeble scribble: was hoping to convey...
              such a humbling experience
              to connect with an Artist I respect, like this
              thank you!

            • aDarkerMind

              now, let me enjoy the talent of your pen L B Mek;

              • L. B. Mek

                your 12 words
                let me grow 12 inches, in a blink
                of a read..
                humbly: I thank you! dear Poet

              • Saxon Crow

                We have a bard among us. We'll written LB

                • L. B. Mek

                  damn, y'all are brutal
                  (shuffles away pouting - mumbling, quietly
                  'I just wanted to try somi'n different...') lol
                  but seriously and humbly
                  I can't thank you enough, for how supportive
                  y'all are whenever we each try different things
                  reminds me how lucky I am, to have found
                  such an inclusive environment like MPS
                  to share my poetic adventure,
                  a lifetime's gift, I'll treasure
                  however long/short it lasts!
                  thank you, dear poet

                • Thekkinkkattil

                  Yesteryears yearning and thy mirrored self what a beautiful phrase .thank you a poem to ponder

                  • L. B. Mek

                    wonderful, glad you could connect
                    with my humble scribble, dear poet
                    thank you for the encouraging feedback

                  • Goldfinch60

                    That child is always within us Mek, we may not always remember but occasionally a memory stirs us and we are back again in our childhood.


                    • L. B. Mek

                      yup, it just needs a stir
                      once in a while
                      to insure we keep that remnant
                      of our youth, we harbour: pulsing
                      every so often - meaningfully
                      thank you Andy

                    • John Prophet

                      Talent you have there kind Poet!

                      • L. B. Mek

                        a little talent maybe, that I overextend
                        to scribble these humble offerings, lol
                        thank you kind Poet
                        please forgive my tardiness
                        I missed the notification

                      • sorenbarrett

                        L.B. The first stanza caught me. I was hooked. Time should not take away the childlike virtue of gaiety, wonder, or innocence. I still look with ah at the world and laughter and joy should only grow greater with the years. There is much deep philosophy in these next lines. The third and fourth stanzas drip with wisdom but the gaiety is gone as the poem states. Do we loose the vitality and merriment of childhood innocence with the gaining of wisdom? I dare not think so. But maybe so.

                        • L. B. Mek

                          as always you're very accurate, dear Poet
                          that's the dialectic theme being introduced
                          (one of my favourite writers, gave me
                          one of my favourite quotes
                          or rather, a mantra to life
                          'Gaiety, is wiser
                          Than wisdom...'
                          by the great Will Durant)
                          I think all life, eventually
                          if gifted Time, devolves
                          to that very final scene in Godfather 3
                          an old person, alone
                          with their regrets of life
                          and if they're lucky, there will be a child
                          to offer them a moments rest
                          and a reembrace of that gaiety that once
                          abundantly effused their life..
                          (but what do I know, right? lol
                          still I thought it was worth a scribble)
                          really appreciate you taking the time
                          to scroll back and check out my older scribbles
                          thank you! kind friend

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