Old Man And Story - Poem
Old Man And Story - Poem1 min 12K 1 min 12K
As a writer life seems
To me tell a tale
Even though it is my story
Or you're true or fake
Emotionally entangled or not
It remains a story like more
Then that happened in the past
But we caress it like dearest
Which deserves prize
And made my identity as the author
And world recognition
Therefore I never forgot that story
When I really need to forget
That story cause I lost my son
He lost a father
Because of their true love
And I told the world lies
That son has deserted us but I never confess I am jealous of
Their true marital love.
God bless them and let them live
Not looking back or looking after
This old man
Whose heart remained only to write
The story read a story that not yet learn to
Leave and love others.
It becomes his tasty food to hear
And search sad stories
He never dances ever in joy
Laugh spontaneously where there
Were changes and never told little grandson story.
Still, he seems unhappy
With his partner to reach heaven
And grasp meanings like blind
He. Might be searching heaven in
And hope unleash the secret of life which
Nobody dares but pretend always
By apparel and mascara and smiles
Even far away from that.
Would you also simulate that?
Feign like that?