Tuesday 3 May 2011

Old Man

Old man living lost inside your poor sleeping head.
Old man lying frail in your hospital bed.
Wires coming in and wires coming out.
Blood pouring in and pain pouring out.

Strong fighting man never forgotten.
Memories of men still remain.
I listen to your giggle,
childlike cries.
Your life almost over what "Life" still stays?

I can't bear this.
It isn't right.
Keep fighting. For what?
Simply for fight!

Young once.
We say "What a shame!"
Loved by many.
Still loved the same.

Pray forever that the end is near.
If only we could but the end is fear.

To just drift of in peace instead of this pain.
But so scared that this life is just lost  "tears in rain".

Your life lives so much better than mine.
Tell your stories trapped in your weakening brain.
I am so young so scared of age.
If you really knew about me would you be ashamed?

We are all so worried.
Mean thoughts mean't well - wishing for the end.
Tears in mum's eyes suck up dry.
Her strength remains.
Please don't cry.

Everything so endless.
Tired old man.
Death so confusing,
Your still fighting the facts.

Is this it ?
All thats left?
Is the end nothing?
Empty something?

Cared for like a baby,
Father turned son.
Continuing cycle.
Eternal sun.

Bloodied tissues.
Humiliating sighs.
Will the world give you mercy?
Weary old man.

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