He Believed in Folktales – POEM

He Believed in Folktales

oldhands

Silver hair ruffles

As a gust of death ardently blows,

Skin and bones

Arthritis and moans,

Knowing the best days have gone

Simply hardens his woes.

 

Strides now shuffles

The body wonders if it’s out of date,

Hands shake, skin is opaque

Ordeals eating meals,

& dentures can’t even tackle what’s on the plate.

 

Full of hate,

Or too empty to care?

It’s hard to say from that cataract stare.

Zips and buckles

The well used fingers barely cope.

Can’t hold soap,

A heart beat from a stroke

Retirement home a matter of time

Hell, just grab the coat!

 

Motor neurons struggle

O.A.P, Old And Pathetic,

A suffering diuretic

Dulled on anaesthetic,

Half human half bottle of pills

Even the smiles’ decrepit

And it’d take another lifetime

For him to fully accept it.

 

His will is buckled

Never had a kid, it near kills him

His memory fills in,

A flickering film in,

His mind of another man’s wife

Who bore his child that wore his smile

Imagining the next of kin,

Never having touched, it’s wrinkled skin.

 

The book hits the floor open, on the page,

Of Grimms’ Rumpelstiltskin.

2013 repost © LionAroundWriting

17 Comments

    1. Thanks for your feedback lonelyauthor.
      You’re right on. It must be tough getting to a certain age being unable to do what we once took for granted, remembering how things once were.

    1. hhaha well put 🙂
      A frind of mine, in his sixties told me that same thing some years ago, that he didn’t feel any different in the mind than when he was a teenager. I found that quite inspiring.

      1. When she was approaching 70, my mom told me, “I look in the mirror and wonder who that old woman is staring back at me; I still feel16 inside.” 🙂
        Since I am now 62, I now know very well what she meant. A person can either choose to feel old and sit around on their ass and wait to die, or they can enjoy all life has to offer with a young spirit. The choice is theirs.

      1. Memories of his and my grandmother are living within me. 😳
        It’s a reality of life, I just hope they are blessed and happy wherever they are. 🙂

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