When we are young, we ride the wild horse through the storm,
Riding bareback without a care,
As we age we seek a place that is cosy and warm,
Away from the icy night air.
What will your profound dreams contain old man?
When you have been abandoned by your clan.
Will you wish for one more day in the Sun?
Or after a lifetime of misery will you reach for a gun?
It’s not a song that is sung by angels.
It’s not a symphony of church bells,
It is just a short swim out to sea.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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I am looking forward to a some rest.
Indeed I agree.It would be heaven just to have a rest.
This beautifully composed poem speaks to me about the importance of strong family bonds as we age. They are our refuge and our comfort. They take a life time of building and nurturing. Such a contrast from the days of our youth where time is invested often in new adventures. Have a lovely day David.
Thank you so much.I agree family is very important.Thanks for reading
Madonna should give it up now - she's embarrassing - mutton dressed up as lamb. She must be about age 150 now! lol.
Yes exactly grow old with dignity.I always thought she was in her 160's but 160 is the new 150 I guess.
I am sure there will be much more to enhance your life David.
Andy
Yes indeed.I am lucky in that way.I am happy with very little.Thanks for commenting
Tremendous urgency in this one. Great work.
Thank you so much for commenting
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