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CONSOLATION

Sitting with only one lamp on
alone as only old men can be.
A far coyote's song has just begun,
his tribute to being wild and free.

All of the old folks now are gone
so I guess that I am now one of them.
The chair creaks that I'm sitting on.
A cloud outside turns half moon dim.

I was once a coyote too
who roamed where and far as I would please
beneath skies both gray and blue
in woods still and tossed by breeze.

Slowly the years pile up on me
adding pounds while taking strength
making me no longer free
to trek valleys regardless of length.

Till now I'm here in dim lit room
listening as clock counts my life.
The only thing that lightens my doom
is gentle snoring from my sleeping wife.

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Structured: Western
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Hi
As I have no real experience of being a critic I am not going to even try and do a critique.

However, I do know when I like a poem and I like this one as it reads so well and appeals to me as I am one of those old men.

Thanks for sharing

Jez

Just finding out that a poem has been read and enjoyed is enough for me lol. Welcome to Neopoet. If you have any navigation or other problems on site just ask me or any member.......stan

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