Old Man - in retrospective
(prosaic poem in doublets, once
for a Contest)
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all
rights reserved
Many couples entranced in their
bout of love and hate;
United by their own hormones'
pseudo-decree of fate.
Crippled souls, compulsively
whipped forth on and on.
No sense for precaution, until
that fatal virus has won.
The Loneliness sucks and yes a
relationship sucks, too.
Love won't force God to play
butler for me, nor for you.
Any overdose of trust, blind
faith, or even just wrath;
And before our next round starts
the winner is Death!
Still love does grant strength, to
go on with our life;
Compared to wisdom she is a more
comforting wife.
I am old, sick, and abandoned now,
yet looking back;
I feel Love, Joy, and Hatred in a
heart once so black!
Poverty, envy, and sickness had
banished me before.
Yet I lived love & hate
before I reached Death's door.
The young ones storm forwards, to
feel it themselves.
Keeping that spirit, like Gandalf
kept it with the Elves.
Some lessons of my life felt like
a kick below the belt.
Yet what is left of life, if one
has thought, but not felt?
I've never asked, nor begged, God
to be forgiven at all.
For I had to make my own choices
and answer the Call.
We both know such sermon does not
make us friends.
Yet now it's time that my crappy
attempt of poetry ends!
