by StephenmcnultyDublin, Ireland
Jan 2014 339 Views 10 comments
The Old Man
For now I sit and wait,
Clock ticking away my faith,
Silent words in my head,
Voices that are long dead,
Alone I sit at night,
The moon my only light,
Devil standing at my door,
But he don’t frighten me no more,
For now I sit and wait,
Clock ticking away my faith.
Clock ticking away my faith,
Silent words in my head,
Voices that are long dead,
Alone I sit at night,
The moon my only light,
Devil standing at my door,
But he don’t frighten me no more,
For now I sit and wait,
Clock ticking away my faith.
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Posted: Jan 2014
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Comments (10)
Regards......Mick.
Very lonely and very bleak...You paint a very sad scene in this very touching heartfelt poem...
Thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
i tried to put myself in an old persons shoes wondering how they feel and what may happen while living alone. i use to do drama and in class the poem came to me.
Thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
Great Write, my friend!
Robert
i especially like how you express 'Clock ticking away my faith,'
pretty cool