As a child I looked for love .
From my mother and my dad.
When siblings came along .
No longer favorite. I felt sad.
In later years I learned to love .
My family as a whole.
We played our games
And called each names .
But it was all in fun.
I looked for freedom as a teen.
Tied to home it alway's seemed.
I looked at girls and some looked back.
A whole new world of love in fact.
A world out there I've never seen.
Only in the books and on the screen.
With bag in hand I reach the door.
A whole new world I'm looking for .
It's not all I thought it to be.
No milk and honey or being free.
I look for rest .A chance to slumber .
I look for dreams . One's I remember .
Through life I've looked for many things .
And most I've found are pretty things.
I've found years of work. And pain there too.
No dreams of mine never seemed to come true.
In old age I looked around this world .
Finally finding what I need to see .
The thing I found was only me.
- Author: The elder poet ( Offline)
- Published: August 31st, 2021 19:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Another poem of life.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I Am very lucky to have lived as long as I have. Life is a gift. Some are better than others.But any life is good . You Have a good day.
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