The Old Man

Goldfinch60

There he sat,

A man of many years,

Sitting quietly by My River,

Looking around

At the natural world

That surrounded him.

He would pause,

And a smile came upon his face.

I wonder what he was thinking?

Was he thinking of a happy time

Back in his long life,

Or was he smiling

On the joy of nature,

As it unfolded around him.

A look of sadness was seen,

Some memory of times gone by.

The smile returned,

And a look of contentment

Pervaded his face and his body.

As I looked at the old man once more

I recognised him.

That old man,

Was me.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2017 02:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just words that came into my mind that may come to pass.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 43
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  • Michael Edwards

    And could be me. A joyful poem which I really enjoyed and so refreshing to read something which is so up-lifting.

  • Goldfinch60

    Thank you Michael, it seems that life has been good to both of us.

  • orchidee

    A fine write. Ooh yes, we
    are both very old ourselves. Well, we was there in 1066 anyway! heehee.

  • WriteBeLight

    Oh, so sweet and poignant Goldfinch.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you WBL, at my age I only have poignancy left.

      • WriteBeLight

        Ha Ha. Sweet point of view.

      • willyweed

        very nice view of it all Golden one.
        Don't be surprised when you look into Gods eyes if he looks familiar! WW

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you for your kind words, God is there for ALL of us.

          • willyweed

            yes I think he is familiar to us all Nice day 4U sir!

          • Tony36

            Great write

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Tony.

              • Tony36

                Welcome

              • Goldfinch60

                The smile of contentment lookin back on a good life is wonderful, I am god that you are smiling too.

              • orchidee

                Was we there in 1066? Did we exchange Cooeess? And why don't I go back to sleep?! heehee.

              • MendedFences27

                Yes indeed, we all get there eventually, and we tend to reflect and ponder over our lives. Mostly we just wonder what the heck happened. Nice write. - Phil A.

              • Augustus

                From one old man to another, nicely done. Have you ever been in one of those restaurants with mirrors on one wall? You look and see an old gray headed dude across the room, then realize it is you. Take care.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Oh yes Augustus I have seen that old man walking towards me in a department store.
                  Thank you for the comment.

                • Suresh

                  This immediately took me to an image of an Indian farmer, who survived an enduring life, and now in his twilight years, in the twilight of the day, by the river, allows himself a moment to reminisce.
                  A lovely poem

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Thank you Suresh, yes this is me - or will be me.



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