He moved with deliberate motion
Each step a painful chore
His body bent and crippled
To the depths of his human core.
His skin so slight and fragile
His fingers bent and knobbed
His youth had passed so quickly
It was though he had been robbed.
One joy remained to soothe him
In his long and lonely life;
His family mostly gone now;
parents, children, wife.
To find the peace he desired
He struggled to pick a flower.
There was little else he could do
In this late and golden hour.
It would not be unusual
To pass him without a glance,
For time in youthful measure
Is a long enduring dance.
But if you took one moment
To stop and think of him;
Switch places as you ponder
And really delve within.
You would clearly notice
As he picked that flower near,
Upon his hollow sunken cheek
Was a single golden tear.
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Hello Ann, Thank you again for your kind and encouraging words. I dedicated this poem to my dearest father who passed away at the age of 98. You are NOT elderly! Best wishes from across...
The Golden Tear
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Susan Vidd
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Published by Family Friend Poems August 29, 2024 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
First and foremost, Susan has no degree in writing. You might have noticed her poems are rather simple and silly or not written in the correct format. She just enjoys writing. Susan is a retired female firefighter and paramedic. Her most important job is revealed at the end of her poem "My ordinary Life." She has created 150...
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Hello Ann,
Thank you again for your kind and encouraging words. I dedicated this poem to my dearest father who passed away at the age of 98. You are NOT elderly! Best wishes from across the way. Susan