Poem on life and the future |
I will be a young man, wrapped up in a Lover, Clutching her body to mine. I will whisper in her ear my unyielding Promise And carry her off into our romance. I will be a father, holding my Child To my chest and sending him to rest. I will kiss my wife, turn off the Light, And worry about how I will care for them. I will know joy when my wife holds our Granddaughter For the first time, hearing her soft, careful breathes. I will join her, our heads reaching each other’s, Knowing Our lives have come to this moment. I will be an old man, huddled close around Myself, The chill of winter ever strong in my body. I will walk with a cane, my bones Break And can no longer hold me. I will grow scared when the cancer strikes Me And languish fills my heart with pain. I will seek comfort, but I will not find it in Her. The cancer makes me forget that she is already gone. I will care when my son reaches for my Hand And prays that my mind will return to me. I will smile, though he will not See, My body has already left this world. I will forget, as my mind drifts away from these Memories And become fragments of this life. I will no longer feel, but rather become Whole, The fading image of their lives moving on. |