Not The Man I Use To Be
by @flawless-contradictions-1
I struggle to steady my body
As I trace my wife’s hands
I have become some clumsy over these fifty years
Not the man I use to be
When we were young at heart and danced and played
I held you everyday
I would watch you sleep
Never wanted you to slip away
Through the years we became friends
Your beautiful soul that astounded me so
We told our children stories full of our youth
Lived life to the fullest
Taught each other not to hurt
As I stand here today
With our children at my side
I weep and feel as though I died
Hands are embracing me everywhere I turn
But its your hands that I want to softly feel again
Will I see you soon or is this goodbye?
Can we make love next to the moon ?
Or will I see a corpse that is nothing but bones
When I dance with you will it be dust?
Do you have eyes that can see ?
Could you imagine the flowers and the trees?
What about our children can you see them from afar ?
Would I look through you or would you know ?
I might as well be just remains because nothing is the same
I will drift around and drink your dust