Sad Old Me
You say you never heard
My prayers of last night?
The night was cold and gray
And your memory bold and gay
My bed of straw was bare
My linen- old and thin
And I woke up many times.
One time I sat on my straw
When I turned my head- facing the echo
It was only a dream, a poor dream
With the plume of a cockscomb
And the beauty of valleys and hills
Gently bearing the sparkling waters
Of the dreamland streams.
One time I called your name
And waited for my dream pet
And when the door opened
My heart opened too:
Sharing the joys and pains
Of a comfortless age
Awaiting dusk in the morning.
Since then countless years have passed
And numerous trials have I passed
Each a good deal worse than the other;
But I could not impress on mother
That high peaks have many precipices
And while my love served under other auspices
The same thoughts of grief came back
And sad old me cannot stay the hour!
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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