Ralph Sergi Poet Rhyme

Fate

FATE

At three and eighty years I know 
that I will live another day
but memories have lessened now
my thoughts and dreams have gone astray

my gaiety and ambiance
have faded to an austere scene
to look upon my quaint abode
there are no longer thoughts to glean

to be monastic is my life
a priest like future is the theme
I will not deign to offer prayers
I lost my dreams and lost my  wife

as death is near I will resign 
to be interred eternally
again I’ll see my dearest one
again our love will realign

Ralph Sergi©  
May 6, 2020

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Paula Goldsmith January 22, 2021 at 2:46 PM I was reading over a number of your writes. All so creative. You are a wonderful writer. In life all we have are our memories. The good ones are the best ones. Have a wonderful weekend with blessings............................

Jan Allison May 10, 2020 at 11:49 AM I have a huge lump in my throat reading your poem Ralph, love the uplifting ending to the poem you are a man of great faith. Stay well and keep the mind active with your poetry:-) hugs Jan xx Ralph Sergi May 10, 2020 at 2:26 PM Thanks, Jan: Every thing is fine. It's just a poem I created

Andrea Dietrich May 8, 2020 at 6:26 PM this is so sad, Ralph. I know others like you in this situation and it must be so difficult. The most unfortunate are the ones who do not live in their own quaint abode but are perhaps stuck in horrible nursing homes where nobody cares for them or they have lost their minds to dementia or are living in terrible chronic pain. I hope you at least are comfortable in your old age. My mom is slightly older and doing well. She just misses not having us around! I wish she were closer. Keep your faith! Ralph Sergi May 9, 2020 at 9:19 AM Hi Andrea: I don't wish to sound so dire but the demons of reality grab me sometimes. I'm in good shape. Stay well!

Ralph Sergi May 8, 2020 at 11:49 AM Hi Jennifer: Thank you. As i said, I've resigned myself to my fate but I'm still enjoying today. Every time I can write a poem, my brain is still functioning!

Jennifer Proxenos May 7, 2020 at 4:38 PM Loved ones are up there waiting for us Ralph - they want you to be safe and happy and when the time comes so be it, meanwhile poetry soup wants you in this realm. Hugs, Jennifer.

Vijay Pandit May 6, 2020 at 5:43 PM A poignant write Ralph, but true to life --as we all contemplate from time to time. Finality of the last stanza tugs the heart...it speaks to love in your heart. So well written! Ralph Sergi May 8, 2020 at 11:52 AM Hi Vijay, Thank you. I like what you said,"Finality id the last stanza" Can I use it? Ralph Sergi May 7, 2020 at 11:04 AM Hi Vijay: Hope you are bearing well with the virus. I'm still in relatively good shape but I've resigned myself to accept the inevitable. Thank you for your comment.