Years Flow By

Free but rhythmic

I watch my years flow by

from chair, from sofa, bed.

I watch my life go by.

 

And life sees me go by -

my folks, my friends, my pals.

How long will this go on?

 

What do they think of me

as they can see me pass

so swiftly, this way, that?

 

Little life goes by

from chair, from sofa, bed.

What now is there to see

as I watch life go by?

 

(10.04.24)

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. You create the scene and foreboding feeling.

[Sami Khalil]

A universal outcome awaiting all. I like the truth and rhythmic quality to your poem.
Reality hits like a brick.

[Andrew John]

Many thanks, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Definitely rhythmic...
like life is if we join in with the music of dancing to it.

But if we sit this one out, there will be no second chance.
j.

[Andrew John]

Nice observation, J. Thanks, as always.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Andrew. A melancholic poem. When I read your stanzas, I thought of my aunt in a residential home. Chair, sofa , bed. That is very much how her days pass, but she is 91 and has dementia. Younger people who feel this way, could well be suffering from depression.

What do they think of me ? is asked and I would like to know what does the poet think of them? There is so much to reflect on this piece. I hope all is ok with you. Have a good Wednesday.

Chris

[Andrew John]

Thanks very much for an interesting observation and revelation re your aunt. I had this tucked away for months and had forgotten about it. Not great, but presents a thought.

[Chris Shaw]

It certainly does stir the brain cells. It’s good to find poems tucked away and forgotten about. I love when that happens.