Andrew Crisci Poet Quatrain

An Improbable, Distant Image

Reaching my golden age 
was an improbable, distant image...
rarely thought of, or even visualized by me,
I still cherish the fancy-free boy that was me!


My careful footsteps have become slower,
and my skin is losing its gleaming, brilliant look;
I stand before my photographs displayed underneath
the hand-painted coat of arms with a disillusioned, displeasing glare!   


Could that handsome young man be me?
His skin is so smooth and his teeth dazzling white,
lots of strands with curly hair reflecting a resplendent light...
he's smiling staring at his friend, who's kissing a girl called, "Mimi."  


And unstoppable, bitter tears relentlessly flow; why haven't
childhood and youth waited another year, or even another longest day,
to let me breath with more easiness, seeing myself once again a virile lad...
how horrible and scary is to face the merciless phantom, who will take me away!


But this faith is too strong, and I can defeat any evil force;
and although I seem unable to fight as I did when strength was mine,
an angel will escort me to the gate, which will open to greet this faithful one...
not regretting anymore that improbable, distant image retreating and fading as reality itself!
   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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James Marshall Goff November 11, 2009 at 3:12 AM I enjoyed this fine poem! Andrew! jim

Carrie Richards November 4, 2009 at 7:32 AM So many will indentify with this moving piece! I often look through photographs of my youth, and it seems like another lifetime, someone else who is shining in the sunlight, playing in the sand, holding newborn babies...who is that person? And how did those years pass so quickly? A very insightful poem, Andrew! ~ Love, Carrie

Carolyn Devonshire November 3, 2009 at 8:57 PM Very compelling write, Andrew. We look in the mirror and wonder where the years went. To some the thought of passing to the next life is frightening, but I will welcome the angel who escorts "me to the gate" with no regrets. There are lots of friends and family waiting for us on the other side. My father said this in his living will. It made our family's decision easier and his death less difficult to accept. Bless you for sharing these thoughts. Love, Carolyn