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Too Late…

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I lay here quiet in the dark but hear next door the old dog bark
So peaceful here as cars go by, too fast I think and wonder why
Their tires crunch large gravel small to blow away each year by fall
I smile a bit at sound of thud as last car bumps hole full of mud

I hear young calves now bawling some all hoping soon their moms will come
A tough life surely theirs will be with just two years for them to see
Of course it is a hard life here so much more so for me this year
I always knew that I’d get old but never thought I’d be this cold

There’s always been hard work to do and felt real good each day when through
It got where I could not get done unless boys helped what I’d begun
I could not catch my breath some days but felt was just a passing phase
I never did believe the Doc felt soon I’d be sound as a rock

I hear way off a siren’s wail left wondering what was their tale
It seems to me bit louder now not knowing why I would allow
Some tires turn into my drive in sliding stop they did arrive
Bright blue and reddish Christmas lights reflecting in my room tonight

I lay in bed though cannot move, nowhere to go, nothing to prove
It seems to me I need not breathe for me there is no need to leave
Too weary now to even hear but see a light shaped like a sphere
While drifting off into a sleep I am not sad please do not weep

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Too Late…
Wandika 10-10-2009

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  • Purrsanthema
    November 3
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    One thing I hate about getting older is that I just don't seem to get as much done no matter how hard I try, and yet I always seem so very tired.

    A wonderful poem. Loved it the first time I read it. It's worth many more readings.


  • deercatcher
    November 1

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    My best friend bill at 57 started feeling the cold last year. never bothered him before. Go talk to Myrataal in south africa about a bemer bed. It is german technology, magnetic fields I think. Helps the body take care of itself. She was pretty messed up and turned right around. Check it out, OKK?
    Am in OKcity for 3 year old grandsonnnnnnnn's birthday. borrorwd lap top and I not gee and hawing. I left out my thermostadt and heat not working in truck. Had to wrap extra Tshirts around my legs.


    • Wandika gold member
      November 3
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      Cold and nearly dead, think I'll go hunting.

      Having Great Grandkids calling me Grampa tends to make me feel old.


  • CountryCousin
    October 12

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    Well.

    I learned while I had cancer to lay there in the dark and listen to the sounds. As we grow older we all think about life's end and how we would go about finalizing plans. I would hope for most it would be as simple as going to sleep. I have started to listen to sounds again.

    • Wandika gold member
      October 13
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      Hope all goes well for you

      I know Anne in Texas (Theasp) is fighting cancer again too. I still don't know what I am fighting but sometimes I think it is winning. Hoping doctors will start treating me soon instead of practicing on me.

      Jim


  • apoeticinjustice gold member
    October 11

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    A sad ending, this poem reminded me of my dad. He passed away at the hospital, but I'm sure he would have preferred to have stayed home and drifted off in his own bed. An enjoyable read.
    Rory


    • Wandika gold member
      October 13
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      Sorry about your dad

      Hope it goes well for me many years from now as is also my hope.

      Jim

  • Purrsanthema
    October 11

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    Thank you for the note. You had me worried there. With me it seems, perhaps for all of us, that age came on much quicker than I thought it would, and much more covertly, somehow. In the second stanza "never thought I'd be this cold" : what a beautiful use of foreshadowing! Best luck in the contest!


    • Wandika gold member
      October 13
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      Just worn out not dead yet

      Can't seem to get anything done anymore but working at it seems enough for me now.

      Jim


  • Legend silver member
    October 11

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    There is nothing i know worse, than to spend many empty hours alone in contemplation .It can have ways of bringing morbid thoughts to mind, that normally would just be quick passing sounds and thoughts, before ones mind is distracted by other things.
    Age has ways of showing us just how fickle life can be.So much to do and so little time.Thats the way it seems.Youth lets one push mortality far from our thoughts.
    As ever a great write, yet now seeming sadder than a short while ago
    Good luck in the contest


    • Wandika gold member
      October 13
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      Thank you

      I think we all spend more time on the small things the older we get.


  • A m b r e a
    October 10

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    awwww this is beautifully sad! It tore at my heart strings! Very well done, the rhyme at the end just flwed effortlessly! Thank you for entering my contest and good luck!!!


    • Wandika gold member
      October 13
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      Thank you

      Hope it had enough twist for your contest.

      Jim

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