by Bob retired
Sitting on the river bank, supposedly fishing, but recalling the life he has lived.
|She-oak shadows filter suns rays
While a solitary figure recalls long gone days
Supposedly fishing, his mind far from here
He thinks of old mates and a cold glass of beer.
Of times gone by, loves lost and won,
Projects finished and some not yet begun,
Friends long gone, those he left far behind
Earning a living, so much crosses his mind.
Places he'd seen while he travelled for years,
Some ever so peaceful, some where he shed tears.
The woman he wed, and the children now grown,
The time that passed by with him living alone.
There's the beauty of nature wherever he went,
The worry that came when his money was spent,
The joy that brought smiles to gladden his trail,
When letters from children arrived in the mail.
Time has passed by and like all solitary men
He recalls his old friends from way back when,
The times when they shared whatever was there,
Sometimes when even the food store was bare.
The years have crept by, old age is right here,
No longer the joys from sharing that beer,
Just thinking of things that could have been done
And battles lost which maybe could have been won.
Time is the enemy, when health starts to fail,
Living alone, always awaiting the mail,
Time spent by the river, maybe try to catch fish,
But in the back of the mind sits one single wish.
A life time of striving to do the right thing
Dancing away like a doll on a string,
Working and worrying daylight and dark
He wishes that somehow, he has left a mark.