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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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
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And could be me. A joyful poem which I really enjoyed and so refreshing to read something which is so up-lifting.
Thank you Michael, it seems that life has been good to both of us.
A fine write. Ooh yes, we
are both very old ourselves. Well, we was there in 1066 anyway! heehee.
Oh, so sweet and poignant Goldfinch.
Thank you WBL, at my age I only have poignancy left.
Ha Ha. Sweet point of view.
very nice view of it all Golden one.
Don't be surprised when you look into Gods eyes if he looks familiar! WW
Thank you for your kind words, God is there for ALL of us.
yes I think he is familiar to us all Nice day 4U sir!
Great write
Thank you Tony.
Welcome
The smile of contentment lookin back on a good life is wonderful, I am god that you are smiling too.
Was we there in 1066? Did we exchange Cooeess? And why don't I go back to sleep?! heehee.
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.
Thank you Phil.
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.
Oh yes Augustus I have seen that old man walking towards me in a department store.
Thank you for the comment.
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
Thank you Suresh, yes this is me - or will be me.
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