Father Time

Father Time

A Poem by KATHY SUE SILLS
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Growing old and wishing to be young.

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Hands calloused by hard labor.

Eyes dim, searches for serenity.

Heart that's tired and old,

longs for rest.

Age of time wrinkles his body.

 

In the remoteness of his heart he 

craves to turn back time, to be

Youthful and young at heart once again.

Lines that etch his face would be erased

He's a man longing to be a boy.

 

Extension of each limb would be no pain.

If only he could out smart Father Time,

tireness wouldn't be his enemy.

Energy would be friend him.

He's a man longing to be a boy.

 

His memory is fading, he has no

inclination of family or friends.

Life goes on around him.

Father Time has bestowed so much upon him.

He's a man longing to be a boy.

 

He is not intrigued by age,

it is only numbers on his soul.

He is crused by age,

Father Time is to blame.

He's a man longing to be a boy.

 

Age of time orbits around his body.

Escape is powerless.

There is no fountain of youth to

submerge his body into.

Time is of the essence.

He's a man longing to be a boy.

 

As he lays down to sleep he prays a

silent prayer to Father Time, that

death would take a plapable hold on him.

He wishes to die.

He's a man longing to be a boy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2011 KATHY SUE SILLS


Author's Note

KATHY SUE SILLS
For Creative Poetry Group.
Tell me what you think.
words to use was: Serenity, Remoteness, Extension, Orbits, Intrigue

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Very very sad. We all will go through this if we live long enough. Our minds don't age but our bodies do. They betray us...this is why we finally welcome death in the end. Our bodies break down and there is no relief from the pain but death left to us. Depressing future waiting for us.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is a sad poem about wishing to be younger. I hope that when I grow old I embrace with love and still want to do things and not wither away in corner just because I have become a certain number in age.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great write!! I think you used the words you were given well and created an amazing poem

Posted 13 Years Ago


The older we get the more we reflect on those days gone by. Excellent piece of poetry.

Posted 13 Years Ago


this is absolutely heartfelt and well written, you capture the sentiment in subtle soft tones, that bring the reader back to antother place and time,
i love the way you express emotion, so real and defining. Brilliantly done :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Thank goodness I'm forever young!! Well, my mind likes to think so, but the body sometimes fails to follow pace.
Well done with the words.


Posted 13 Years Ago


Story well told.

Posted 13 Years Ago


When I was a young man. 39 was the goal. Didn't want old age and the pain. 39 years came and life became better. My view change to longer life to see what I could do? I like the logic of the poem. I would love to have my knowledge of today at 20 years old. I would be a better and wiser man with the many lessons learn. A excellent poem. The pain of life does make us wish to young and not afraid of tomorrow.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on May 22, 2011
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Harrisville, MS



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