Near the road a cemetery bloomed
in the ancient noon day light
An old man stood to his task
of tending graves each night
He had spent his youth working
too afraid to spend emotion
Took all he could from everyone
but gave no love to the devotion
Romance was not his forte
he practiced disdain for mankind
Hardly giving love to another
closed away his heart and mind
Thinking life to be a race
he had pushed his way along
Took from the world no pleasure
he whistled but heard no song
Now retired and long lived
he thought himself to be paid
To have outlived all the others
was reward for plans he'd made
As he looked to stones he tended
for all those he'd known in life
An old dream ached in his chest
for words written to his wife
She had once been his true love
the only one he had known
Lost to another in his youth
he was aged, but never grown
Now his tears water her grave
stones of family, oh so few
The dreams of lost love fading
wonders of life he never knew
Called to rest some time ago
he lies cold among his peers
A shadow on winter's night
walks the graveyard of his tears
Tate
Original poem with accompanying music and pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/447411/
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
Near the road a cemetery bloomed
in the ancient noon day light
An old man stood to his task
of tending graves each night
He had spent his youth working
too afraid to spend emotion
Took all he could from everyone
but gave no love to the devotion
Romance was not his forte
he practiced disdain for mankind
Hardly giving love to another
closed away his heart and mind
Thinking life to be a race
he had pushed his way along
Took from the world no pleasure
he whistled but heard no song
Now retired and long lived
he thought himself to be paid
To have outlived all the others
was reward for plans he'd made
As he looked to stones he tended
for all those he'd known in life
An old dream ached in his chest
for words written to his wife
She had once been his true love
the only one he had known
Lost to another in his youth
he was aged, but never grown
Now his tears water her grave
stones of family, oh so few
The dreams of lost love fading
wonders of life he never knew
Called to rest some time ago
he lies cold among his peers
A shadow on winter's night
walks the graveyard of his tears
Tate
Original poem with accompanying music and pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/447411/
What is a life for? If we cower from truly living are the extra years truly living?
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