The Road Ahead
Two score and a decade have past
It's time to be reflective
To take account of all I've done
And put it in perspective
All my wild oats are sown
The grain is in the bin
Sometimes I wish I had a way
To show just where I've been
I map out my destruction
So those who come will know
The roads that I have taken
Are not the way to go
I've climbed the tree of life
And sampled all the sins
The good ones and the bad ones
I've set foot on every limb
I've bathed in pools of sorrow
I've danced in pleasures rain
I've walked through fields of glory
And suffered human pain
I've battled my afflictions
I've embraced the joy of love
I took what I was given
And thanked the Lord above
Not everything was happy
Yet all was not that bad
I'm grateful for the journey
Through the life that I have had
So now I sit in retrospect
Of all my living days
Writing down my words of life
To put them on display
The echos of my mothers words
Still linger in my head
"Don't mess around with all those things
Or one day you'll be dead"
My father lived to eighty two
He drank and smoked and cussed
My mother lived to eighty one
And never touched the stuff
He sat there at the alter
Of his favorite bar and grill
Drinking sacrificial booze
And giving up his will
She was pure with heart of gold
She never went astray
Yet life left her a decade with
No thoughts of yesterday
Alzheimers was her reward
For doing all things right
Bed ridden in her final days
Until she saw the light
Who's to say how it will end
Or where that place will be
A gutter in the streets of life
Or home where I should be
So as I sit and contemplate
These moments of my past
I think about the road ahead
And how long it will last
Rockman :-)
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2012
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