Old Age

I’ve waited I guess a lifetime before permitting you to take control yes waiting in anticipation while you readily touch me whole, yet still the mind one’s haven in which life’s opulent chase to bathe between the pierce of your dagger that now stabs me every single day. © Harry J Horsman 2017

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Jan Allison

Date: 3/31/2018 3:58:00 PM

I know the feeling harry not only with my mum but also myself :-( hugs jan xx

Pashang Salehi

Date: 3/5/2018 12:05:00 AM

My dear Harry, let compare notes....

Joe Dimino

Date: 1/29/2018 4:58:00 PM

Yep! Know the feeling. Well said.

Susan Ashley

Date: 12/28/2017 9:52:00 PM

Wow, Harry, an insightful and powerful write. I feel the emotion of every line and yes, the dagger too. Brilliant poetry. Warmest wishes ~Susan

Scott Thirtyseven

Date: 12/28/2017 6:55:00 AM

I called by to wish you happy Season's Greetings, and to read a great piece of poetry. Well you certainly delivered with this poem. And may the New Year treat you well.

CayCay Jennings

Date: 12/27/2017 8:17:00 PM

It aint nice is it? This is great, Harry, the emotional feel is completely delivered in a few lines. I love the way you worded this, and how the feel stabs as much as age does. Great job. We must try to grow onward rather than grow older. We must try. It happens way too fast. All the best ... CayCay