my old man
sits
and drinks
because he is my old man
and he loved once
and again,
found it wasn't what he'd dreamed
so my old man
sits and dreams
of the dreams
he cant remember anymore
when he writes
he writes his empty
and dreams of it
being full again
when he paints
there is no colour these days
just a dry palette
a hairless brush
scratching across a life
of wasted time...
that's what he paints
my old man
he asks me if
I ever feel like I don't belong
I shake my head,
'you know I'm you old man
with my dream still shining
and my canvas is blue
and you put me there
in a poem you wrote me
my old man
when you loved me'
my old man is a cynic
he laughs a tear or two
from time to time
and he sits
and he drinks
'cause he likes it
and he doesn't see
that he's drinking me too
and all the time
we never had
in that bottle
he says he'll die soon
my old man
he thinks
he never achieved anything
what does that make me then?
sits
and drinks
because he is my old man
and he loved once
and again,
found it wasn't what he'd dreamed
so my old man
sits and dreams
of the dreams
he cant remember anymore
when he writes
he writes his empty
and dreams of it
being full again
when he paints
there is no colour these days
just a dry palette
a hairless brush
scratching across a life
of wasted time...
that's what he paints
my old man
he asks me if
I ever feel like I don't belong
I shake my head,
'you know I'm you old man
with my dream still shining
and my canvas is blue
and you put me there
in a poem you wrote me
my old man
when you loved me'
my old man is a cynic
he laughs a tear or two
from time to time
and he sits
and he drinks
'cause he likes it
and he doesn't see
that he's drinking me too
and all the time
we never had
in that bottle
he says he'll die soon
my old man
he thinks
he never achieved anything
what does that make me then?
11 comments:
Funny how that desire to "achieve something" just grows stronger. My mother used to assure me that I would "never amount to anything." I never asked her what it would look like if I did.
Woderful insights.
wow....
......the exception
Michelle. That's what it makes you.
Beautiful.
Not perfect. Whatever that is.
Who would want to be?
At least he is honest.
love to you xoxoxoxoxo
Funny how some peoples best achievments in life are right in front of their faaces, and they never see it.
You are your dads finest achievement.
Michelle that is incredible.
You are so talented in so many ways. Beautiful and haunting Michelle.
Love Renee xoxo
You are a strong, good and beautiful woman!
Incredible poem! I identified with all of it so much!
Unfortunately.
You are so gifted ....
it was a good reminder for me too on what I could still be.
GAL I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE.
You have a truth in beauty that is sometime so real it is hard to read. Thank you
Linda
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