There is a night of a last hour
That knocks at my door;
Often recalling this hour in my mind
Wondering how I’ll face this friend,
And my thoughts pass before me.
Often there were times before
That I felt his presence;
At a time we fleetingly met
He urged me to go on,
I knew my purpose was not done.
Times I would long for his visit
When life seemed to be unfair;
Then I’d think of what I would say
Knowing he would listen,
No friend is as honest as he.
This friend some often curse
When with him they meet;
Their deeds bring fear
Not his nature they do not know,
His friendship a loss for them.
There is a harmony in the room
Where I now sit by the window;
Often in thought his smile I’ll see,
The glow of trust and in knowing,
I now give my hand to him.
Author notes
Frans: aka fransb
Promted by: Longfellow's
My Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
I have tried to 'import' some of the 'tone' of Longfellow within this poem.
In a list
A contest entry
- Titles Are Us - May Contest by CitrineSunrise.
900 points, ended May 27, 2008, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Superb!!!!!!
This is one of my favorites of yours. Such depth and emotion. Looking back upon our life and accepting we are old and about to face death is something we will all have to do at sometime. Some will face it more eloquently then others. I will be ready for I know it is a beginning not an end. Thank you for sharing this with us. It was so uplifting to read your heartfelt words. Bless you and those around you in your heart.
Hugs and Smile across the many miles.
Sandy
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I loved this personification of Death as an honest friend. The final stanza is comforting as death is a visitor we must learn to accept. A thoughtful and spirit-filled entry. Peace, Liz
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Dear Liz
thank you for the gold, and pointing me to Longfellow. Your untiring nurture of the poems within us is much appreciated. Frans
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excellent
Wonderful creation based on the theme. So very well done. Best of luck in the contest. -
Your poem speaks of acceptance without fear.A wish for us all to feel the same peace, Ros
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Your muse working in the mode of brilliant quietude...
Best of luck in this contest, you have a winner here!!!
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Calming and accepting ...
the poem speaks of strife turned to Life; of mellowness in maturity; of spiritual depth.
I loved how you interpreted Longfellow's poem of yearning. How new our old memories become, when we revisit those ... until we reach New Life.
Love to you, Friend. Enjoy the solitude of your thoughts.
Myra
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