Jack Ross Jr. Poet Free verse

Reflections

I look in the mirrow at the liines in my face, the hair turning gray and eyes growing 
dim; Time takes it's toll as you grow old.

My body grows weak, and my mind is now dull. I turn away and think to myself, 
where did all the time go. I long for the time when I was young, happy, and life was 
sweet; I know soon my maker I will meet.

My friends now are few, and life holds little pleasure. I want to find a way to 
recapture these treasures.
My child has grown up, and now is gone, my wife has passed on; I think I ponder, 
oh what shall I do? I want someone to make me feel happy and free.

Perhaps tomorrow this will come to me; Until then I'll do all that I can, to try to stand 
strong, and be a good man.

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Paul Beadnall July 20, 2011 at 3:39 PM You are as old as you feel my friend. my mother is 73, drives a car, so active. And from what i can gather you are a good man .. blerssings

Don Johnson July 16, 2011 at 3:59 PM Jack Ross surely know the feeling mate, staggering, steady in me gait:) your verse, immortality will bring, long after death does surely sting, keep writing the good ones mate! Don

Sara Kendrick July 15, 2011 at 5:11 PM That must be hard to loose your mate to death and the children grown..Writing about it or anything that bothers us seems to help..Thanks for stopping by my work about Princess..She started chasing and playing with her tail then she started chewing it ..The vet suggested a collar to stop her and medicine to treat her...She learned to get around the collar in just a few hours..I put it on her like a skirt and she can't see her tail and that has almost stopped her..Sara

Louis Rams July 14, 2011 at 6:06 PM this is a write from the heart of one who sees pain, but with age there is no one to blame. sounds like my poem "soulmates" a double ten my friend.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 14, 2011 at 12:59 PM ah Jack time is the one thing we humans cannot control yet this brilliant write captures the essence of thought many entertain luv.. enjoy the moment as u create poetic art ..thankxx for your sweet critique on my poetry luv..