Old me, I've been looking for you
for your naive thoughts, clean feelings, pure heart,
trustful words, sweet eyes,
and even for your immature comments.

Sometimes, hopes talk about you
and  smiles remember your good friendship,
the one you used to be.

Old me, when did you get lost?
Where did you go?
I've lost count of the times I've seen you
You just disappear as  vapor or fog.

Why did you decide to put your arms down
Who should I blame?
I know you are afraid to comeback,
Strength and trust you lack.

Old me, I'm calling your name,
awake from your sleep.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment
Date: 10/10/2010 11:17:00 AM
wow this is one powerful peace here my friend lots of thoughts thank you for sharing [duncan]
Login to Reply
Date: 10/7/2010 1:03:00 PM
Reminds me of Emily Dickinson. 3rd. line, is it "sweet eyes"? Liked it, Ruth.
Login to Reply
Date: 10/7/2010 10:44:00 AM
It was a pleasure to read your poetry today Ruth. May your days always be filled with good health, love beyond expectation, and an overload of inspiration. Love, Carol
Login to Reply
Date: 10/7/2010 5:27:00 AM
Ver inventive and interesting thoughts on Old Me, Ruth, awakening the old self from sleep. Quite introspective write,
Login to Reply
Date: 10/6/2010 9:50:00 PM
very profound is this, enjoyed. Harry
Login to Reply