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I wake up this morning, To a promising start. For the sun is brightly up, And I have a beating heart. I will not complain, About having to arise. When I'm in perfect health, There will be no sighs.
Another month passes by. Pages fly off the calendar, What I thought Was yesterday seems so far. Memories fly by, Slipping through my hands. I only remember some, Short strands.
Thank you @leelee101. With an early morning smile. And to everyones birthday wishes. They're the best present by a mile. The sun may not be shining. But I'm as happy as a lark.
I've rusted over, Ran out of time. I'll embrace the fact, I'm way last my prime. I've gone off, moved a different way. But truth be told, You can't stop that day.
Sits in her chair, Sometimes just stares, All that she can talk about is flowers in the garden. Doesn't hear my words, Locked up in her own world, Shell is on, she's all gone, truly hardened.
I'm always next to you when you are in need. I acted as a shield and warned others not to come near you. When you finally go to school, I waited alone at home for your return.
One reason I am here, waffling on here, is simply because I am worried about forgetting everything.
#emotion #jealousy. She was a new kind of bitterness. Twisted and confrontational in unhappiness. She hated her self and liked to let others know. She could never find peace wherever she'd go.
I try to think long and hard, but there is this annoying branch ticking to the window. Everytime I think I almost have the answer, it's gone almost as quickly as it came.
A teenage girl with elderly ways This is how she spends her days murder she wrote and miss marple on telly Salmon sandwiches to fill her belly Getting ready for bed at 7 o clock A cup of Horlicks,in...
#nature #tree @iPikachu Not a poem or song, but people avoided songs after the third or so round and there was no preset genre... So here.
Sometimes you need to know you've still got it,. The reassuring wink and nudge still got it,. The walk into a lamppost still got it,. The wow you look too young to be his mum still got it,.
I sit here, in my high backed chair And watch the world go by Although my world is one small room A room in which I'll die Sometimes some people visit me They say they're family But I never married...
#emotion I get confused these days At least that's what the wife says I put it down to getting old But it's not just that, or so I'm told Like when I caught a bus Oh my goodness, what a fuss.
The Old Man. The Young Man. Years apart, And their life's span. The Old Man has white hair The Young has brown The Old acting finely The Young acting like a clown.
#movement I can remember Only too well The punching the kicking You put me through hell Always the big man Because you were tall The choicest of victims At the time, I was small Playing with...
You scream like an autumn dawn, A crowd of red, yellow, orange, brown, Baying towards an ever dying sun, Trying to hold on to the hem of The last days of summers lie, When all belongs to carefree...
Got home yesterday and the kids had run amok Christ are you still here. Can't help looking at the clock I think I'm showing symptoms.
Crinkles form around eyes that twinkle, They whisper of hidden years In their lover's dampened ears, Sixty years together, growing old, Collecting all the stories that are told, Over and over, every...
Ruby red wine sits in the crystal glass. The dusty leather bound book a diary of the past. The old clock ticks, striking upon the hour The candle is no more, extinguished by the draught.
#emotion Your birthday. Today. Fifty, you say.
One day, an old man named John Reeve woke up with a terrible pain in his gut. He had never, in his seventy-nine years of life, experienced anything like it.
When I am old and when I am grey Alone in my house, all day I will stay Sweet cakes I will bake with a nice cup of tea I might even sing and have a little dance Around and around I will deftly...
#household Your reflection in the RORRIM, does it show the truth a skin weathered by time, when it should portray your youth. Does it show your inner depths the life you've led.