She used to be able to manage
in the harsh reality of life;
Always, a cheery face painted
on her tired frame, as she
gathers kindling to store for
harsher times;
Aching bones yearn for a
quieter existence, once supple
with youth,now a poor
reflection of better days;
Fighting with survival was
never easy, as with age comes
the poor memory of the price
of life; Everyday, costs soar,
savings diminish eating away
at a lifetimes scrimping and saving,
till just the bare bones of pension
remains;
She yearns for companionship that
seems ever illusive; Once readily
available, has now drifted into another
era; The one she chose as a partner
for life left on a final breath, no-more
to share life's trials, so she battles
on.."for what"? she cries;
And as the days grow shorter and
the nights longer, she sits..where
she always sits, and looks back
on a world that was once hers
for the asking; She asks now
but nobody hears.......
Author notes
Written September 9th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Falling! - contest #30 by CarolDesjarlais.
300 points, ended September 11, 2005, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Nice job! the emotions in this piece are so deep are sad ... but a wonderful piece keep it up
take care
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Amazingly great
this is beautiful! I really felt the emotions that seemed to leap right at me...
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And the loneliness that old age can bring but it doesnt have to be that way.Know lots of old people active and living full lives,but economy plays its part.Sad.desolate imagery and a sparse,harsh word usage makes the situation of this person really come to life.Good luck in the Contest!
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This is so sad. I am a sucker for tear jerker so you have me won over. You have wonderful imagery and tell the story well.
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Nice free verse mate! Great poem.....
She used to be able to manage
in the harsh reality of life;
Always, a cheery face painted
on her tired frame, as she
gathers kindling to store for
harsher times;
Great till here.....then it slowly nbegins to lose attention......but that does happen in a free verse.........and towards the end, once more, you pick up the momentum.
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wow cutie...this is absolutely beautiful....growing old is in many cases such as this....many....I feel the words pour into my mind letting my eyes absorb the fate of this wonderful writing...feeling it inside me as I journey the distance...taking me aback....then forward to myself and thinking all the while....will this be me?...in my final reality....I know deep inside...I am destined to pehraps this satire of loneliness and death...I pray...mine be a sleepy hollow of dreams in the arms of love.... wondeful and beautiful writing this is...im impressed...and applaud you..
huggs
Malabu -
Hi my friend a great write and so true, the world is changing and not for the better , you have my applause, all the best hugs Di
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This is a very good piece...You share a lot of the same concepts with me on life which im sure a lot of people on this site share but yours sticks out...i like it a lot...always keep writing so ill have good stuff to read
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WOW!
wow.
CP, this is so like a lyric, I could sort of hear music behind it. I have AP (and you and the other talented poets here) to thank for my realizing that not everything HAS to rhyme, but it does have to flow...this one flows as smooth as a river of tears.
made me want to cry in anger, cry in fear
Write On!
jIM -
I am glad you entered. thank you , cutiepie
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I hope it is what you wanted
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Oh, the is such a bitter balm of poetry...so sad...and, so sickening true in so many cases.
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