Destined To Be Old.




I was a timeless

speck of life long ago...

even as a newborn

I came from an ancient God

sent into the womb of marriage

which is also as old as time.

Thrust into a world

that has known

centuries of such

renewal of its

aging realms.

Perhaps I walked

this place before

in an other's flesh

living out a futile life

in some past plane...

only to be regurgitated

back into another chance.

I was a timeless

speck of life long ago

that line haunts me,

for I shall be old again,

and memories like scabs

await the picking.

Some are only scars now,

with nothing more to ooze,

fresh woundings are few

and far between as we age.

It's the old cuts, that we cherish,

the girl we never knew,

and of course the ones we did.

The childhood that was never long enough,

or far too troubling to even measure,.

The dreams that dissipated into reality,

and the reality that dissipated us.

But there are solutions to

the resolutions of life's passing.

Two fingers of Scotch tapes '

the gapes in one's soul,

a band-aid in a bottle,

Inspiration encourages respiration

it's beauty in poetic form

brings determination to go on.

Loneliness does hold a certain comfort

for one always has themselves to cling to

and be assured that they will not leave

until age and time divorces their soul.

Childhood is brief,

innocence cannot survive long

in a world full of the

treasures of adulthood.

But they come with a price,

they age us and leave us

wizened and wrinkled

from the stress of it all.

Women become a necessity,

irregardless of the

packaging after 50 or so,.

It's companionship or a lifeboat

set adrift on a vast sea of tears

marooned in an ocean of love

that wallows all around us.

I look for beautiful

eyes to get lost in,

the rest simply vanishes

under the friction of flesh...

I like to make their eyes

open wide and then

blissfully close

to the very idea of me,

before I even take my share.

There is pleasure in giving pleasure..

I will be old again

even after death

as part of the immortal

whose lineage spans

as far back as Neanderthal

and even earlier than that.

Do not fear growing old

but rather chase it deliciously

across the years that remain.

It is but a door

to something greater

where the bent and hobbled

find sanctuary

and perhaps new life

and the rewards of

becoming timeless.

I fear I ramble

but life is a gamble

some of us never

get to grow old,

what of them?

The two year old

who drowns in a lake,

the 15 year old who is

murdered by a

lustful demon of sin

in the flesh of a sick man.

There must be more

to the aging process

then just oblivion for them.

And yet their

stories are also old

the young have died

ten trillion times

in centuries past.

Are they simply cheated

when it comes to

the joys of living,

I think not.

And so I ponder this vicious

and yet beautiful cycle

without answers,

only questions,

as time erase my own time

and eventually knowledge

will come with my last gasp.

I will be old again,

and this all will be told again

like some favorite story

I cherished as a child.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III



This poem was inspired by- Rawlus- a fellow Poet and his two poems:

"Weep The Catfish." and The Answers Are Unanswered."


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billyaustindillon 6 years ago

'the childhood that was never long enough,

or far too troubling to even measure,'

Not a truer word spoken :)

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alternate poet 6 years ago

I feel old now !!! felt like a spring chicken before reading it :D :D :D

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Obstreperous 6 years ago from La La Land

I loved this poem. I've never viewed death as THE END but a gateway into something bigger and greater. I loved the pictures this poem created in my mind. I also identified with this poem in that I had a family member who drowned when she was two. Beautiful job.

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prettydarkhorse 6 years ago from US

beautiful, I think this is very postive isn't it, is is just a cycle -- growing old, Nice, Maita

poetlorraine 6 years ago

i want to read your work all day long, and read it again and again and again. I become lost in every word.... i am a hopeless love sick fan...... wonderful.

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Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

You capture the essence of life in a few lines. Your writing is profoundly beautiful.

Namaste friend.

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always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

Oh my, what can i say? The words were deep and troubling, yet meaningful.The way i see this life is, you have two choices,old age or death.I choose old age and hopefully a

new begining when death occurs.

A great hub, you have a gift.

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katiem2 6 years ago from I'm outta here

Meh, your as old as you feel, I'm 106 and yet feel like a 20 year old.... :)

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