Sitting On The Side.

Epoch

Sitting on the side, I see a place called Five
That was the place where I really came alive
Where sticks were swords, problems few
Where marbles rolled and friendships grew
Where cuddles were many and kisses meant
And the bed became a boat or a full blown tent
And snow was Gods gift to make his Son's day fine
I believed I heard reindeer on the roof one time

Sitting on the side of a peaceful scene
Here is a happy place I call Fifteen
It's an uncertain place full of strange traces
With magical girls with smiling faces
They laugh and walkalong so carefree
I can't help but watch as they pass by me
The world seems to be a changing place
And I am growing hair upon my face

Here is a place called twenty one
Now I have found her and the chase is done
Now I have found her, my Angel face
And the world is a great big wonderful place
Every day is a joy, full of something new
And a little boy making three from two
Life was planning and building the dream
And another little boy completes our team

Sitting on the side of the big five O
Seems I'm at the side of a river's full flow
Everything's moving at a terrific rate
Not a moment given to stand and wait
But two grown boys are here to see
That the river slows its flow for me
For I'm troubled by the flow that's here inside
And the erratic rhythm that it provides

Sitting on the side, now the river runs calm
For the little old lady hanging on my arm
She is not as strong as she used to be
She is growing frail, and that worries me
But she is happy, smiling at her two grown sons
And the man beside whose heart she won
Her will is strong and still undaunted
With all in life she ever wanted

Sitting at my side is a man called Fate
Whose been following me around of late
For it seems I have a debt I have to pay
And that's why my heart acts this way
My feet are always slipping or seem to be
As if the ground beneath me is all loose scree
My wife, ever faithful, full of care
Forever watching. Ever there

lIfe is now a puzzle that I cannot solve
And places are a carousel in constant revolve
I'm in continuous confusion, a bewildered state
The only thing I'm sure of is my forever mate
She fetches and she carries for me every constant day
She has no complaints, glad that it's that way
All I do is sit, sleep and dream of better times
Every hour noted by the tall clocks chimes

I know she's fearful to see me go
That she's being careful that it doesn't show
I feel her head drop upon my shoulder
I turn around so I can hold her
I turn to her and softly kiss her cheek
The words stop short as I try to speak
I take her hand once more in mine
Knowing it's for the very last time

Reviews

[Richard M]

This is so beautiful Bryan. Very sad, but clear and clever in its writing and deliverance. Well done!
Definately one for my library.
Take care my friend.
R

[Bryan Sefton]

Thank you Richard.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes my we can't stop time.
"All I do is sit, sleep and dream of better times
Every hour noted by the tall clocks chimes.
The above lines, stayed with me and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Bryan Sefton]

You're welcome Coyote, and thanks.