a short poem |
A poem by Gene Fredericks Lukewarm Solitude In the lukewarm solitude of my mind Sitting alone and staring blind Enveloped numb by the fear of life Frozen solid by its constant strife My body aches over the gaping issues With tears long gone absorbed in tissues Yet resolution is far from near As my heart beats on another year I linger on the joys of youth Then I’m slapped again by daily truth I sit and ponder the good and bad Giggling some then turning sad Watching children as they learn and play Then old age calls me away To an aging process that seems unfair As the only means to get me where My destiny and my choices meet The infamous maker I prepare to greet So in lukewarm solitude I blankly stare My best reflection is a life of care. The last years on my life you see Can be the ones to make me free Eternal rest or eternal strife Are merely reflections of a life The rights, the wrongs, the indecision Become one thing with no revision This verse right here is penance enough To attempt to show I had the stuff To leave a word for my fellow being In search for some greater meaning But I know the search is only that Till its over we just sit pat. So I’ll end this verse with a tear in eye And say to you just go out and try. GF 10 20 03 Lukewarm Solitude Copyright 2005 Gene Fredericks |