Old Woman – Poem #143

A wise old man
closer to the exit door
may see the image in his mind
carved in stone, when all was perfect

or perhaps not,
for the highs and lows
of life come slowly and for us
do not last long.

I don’t know when that moment was,
when the world was mine
and all would last tomorrow and tomorrow
and I was at my height

for just a moment
then it passed
leaving me to realize
that nothing lasts forever.

And now that old woman;
in my mind’s eye
still a radiant beauty,
also passed her moment of perfection

she too
like me
almost at the end of years,
as the baleful sound of Gabriel’s trumpet nears.

My mind falls silent and no longer asks
if the joy or pain is more; the sight of her
calls forth the end of days
yet still gives me great delight.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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8 Responses to Old Woman – Poem #143

  1. beetleypete says:

    This past week, I have been feeling my age more than usual. So this is a very appropriate poem today, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. Beautiful and thought-provoking…

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    • toritto says:

      Thanks Becky. Glad you like. Years ago I read a short story translated from Italian about an old man looking at his equally old wife – still seeing her in his mind as she was while looking at her remined him he too was old, yet he was still happy to have the opportunity to gaze at her. I really didn’t appreciate the story until well into my 79s. Best from Florida.

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  3. So moving and beautiful! I am glad to read you again. It’s been a long time since Open Salon days. My monniker then was “Jersey Girl at Heart.” I am a friend of Chicago Guy. I’m going to start reading back through your archives!! What a treat!

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    • toritto says:

      High Jersey Girl! It is so good to “see” you again! I read Chicago Guy regularly and will put you on my follow list. Best regards from Florida.

      Like

  4. Jennie says:

    Lovely, Frank!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. toritto says:

    Thanks Jennie. Glad you like. Best from Florida

    Like

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