Old man
By thespin
I sit from day to day. Nobody has anything to say. It is peaceful by the sea. Why doesn't anyone talk to me? I'm a relic of days gone bye. Why can't I simply die? Have I seen all there is to see? Why do the young loose patience with me? The young have an eternity to live. As for me, time has run out like the sands in a sieve. I'm an old man no one wants. An old man that memory haunts. Live leaves me like an ebbing tide. For me, there is not place to run, to hide. All that is left of me is bits and pieces. Which the mind gropes for, but never reaches. The sea has been my only friend for sixty years. All of its salt is gathered from my laughter and my tears. Now I only sit and watch my friend. My life has come to an end. I'm an old man, alone.I wrote this a while back. It is about my uncle. Any comments are welcome. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 01:31 AM PST 0 • 9
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"I sit from day to day...."