A Man Who Failed To Live

A MAN WHO FAILED TO LIVE I have lived life like a trader with many a crate of eggs Treading carefully to avoid the judging eyes of men A freedom from condemnation have i consciously begged Refraining from adventures since i was nine or ten I have counted my steps and watched for stones I have taken no decision that was unpredictable Here i sit with grey hair and weakened bones Having no wild memories upon my own life's table I was a slave bought by fear and sold to ordinariness I was an oaf who existed but failed woefully to live Like a man of no ambition honored by tardiness Lacking that experience and wisdom the aged should freely give "Regret is a slow visitor" a wise man once said Crawling sluggishly with man to remind man of time When man is but compelled to lay upon life's bed He nods his head and wishes he could reverse the hands of time Now here I am; a man bent over and humbled by age With brown and scanty teeth and wrinkles in my eyes Staring bitterly upon my very own empty page No heroic deed, no risk, nothing to reminisce The mirror smiles at me mocking my shameful reflection For I have lived life as a coward too afraid to be judged So, My son, experience a life that replicates satisfaction Be brave enough to live and to a worthy course be pledged By: Adams O Elizabeth Lizdiamond Poetry World