T'was a dismal night in Digby as I wandered 'bout the town. Searching for a cubbyhole where I might lay me down. I gazed into a window in a shop down by the bay, The haggard man reflected took my laboured breath away.
The tattered clothes that covered him were rumpled and askew, His wrinkled face unshaven, with sunken eyes of blue. Down by the wharf I found a meal of fish flakes laid to dry, I chewed upon a mouthful and laid me down to die.
Don't grow old alone my friend,don't cast your friends aside. Don't die alone and homeless, because of stubborn pride. Hold tight to those who've loved you, don't judge and criticize! My final words I'll offer you: "We're to long stupid and too late wise"
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I guess I'm beginning to feel my age creeping in upon me. I seem to be reflecting on life a little differently than I did not so many years ago.
dont we all snowytop. One more chapter one more door opens to adventures. I will go out on an adventure Liked your poem though now I think up another adventure
snowytopOPargyle, Manitoba CanadaOct 25, 2012
Enjoy your adventure Redex. Thank you for dropping by and leaving your comment.
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKOct 25, 2012
Don't grow old alone my friend,don't cast your friends aside. Don't die alone and homeless, because of stubborn pride.
Excellent poem.
snowytopOPargyle, Manitoba CanadaOct 25, 2012
Odette.I'm pleased that you gave me a purple heart. It's like a gold star on my " Chores list " when I was a kid. Gold stars were worth a nickel. Red stars were worth 3 cents,and blue 2 and silver 1. I always seemed to end up with a quarter at the end of the week.I think it was rigged now that I'm older and think about it. Have a wonderful day !
Snowytop, I imagine you have many laughter lines on your face and that is a very good thing, as long as you can laugh at yourself and life you'll be fine.
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Liked your poem though now I think up another adventure
Enjoy your adventure Redex.
Thank you for dropping by
and leaving your comment.
Don't die alone and homeless, because of stubborn pride.
Excellent poem.
Gold stars were worth a nickel. Red stars were worth 3 cents,and blue 2 and silver 1. I always seemed to end up with a quarter at the end of the week.I think it was rigged now that I'm older and think about it. Have a wonderful day !