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Waiting to be Glean
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Waiting to be Glean *~~ Relaxing kicking it old style Like a couch potato Lounging watching a favorite Old movie”Christine”. Out of nowhere Out of the clear blue sky Out of left field Or was it from stage right. Anyway there he appeared Uninvited Into the center of my every thought There he sat staring me down Interrupting my peace of mind My sanity. I am aware Of being in my golden years Yeah right! “Golden years” Who ever thought of that phrase? Nothing golden About my aches and pains Aging like an old abandon Classic car Rusting out though and through. He sits there silently Saying it all without a word Leaving all the wondering to me As I cough my head off Till almost unconsciousness Due to a severe chest cold. I start looking at my hands and feet At my body For it ain’t nothing like it Used to be. At my age I start to wonder Of when is he finally Entering my room I know he has been staked Outside my door biting my time For it’s not his He possesses nothing Not even time. Just doing what he was brought into This world for Reap and Glean me from The space I dwell in For him, he just clearing the fields For other souls to occupy. By: William Bonilla “D’Artagnan” 01/02/2010**

Reviewed by Dawn Mullan

Reviewed on January 15, 2010

Old themes with a new twist are great. Thank you, Dawn

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Just dig out the old cuffs and shut this bad guy down, like in the old days William, you still have a long journey ahead of you.
peace and love, Carole~

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on January 14, 2010

A thoughtful write, William. An interesting perspective, too. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Jms Bell

A GREAT WRITE WILLIAM AND ...SHOOO...TO THAT GRIM REAPER. LOOK CLOSER WILLIAM...SHUT YOUR EYES AND LOOK HARD...THE LORD AND GIVER OF LIGHT IS THERE. ...'JUST DOING WHAT HE WAS BROUGHT INTO THIS WORLD TO DO' YOU SAY?...CONSIDER THIS; THE 'CREATED' IS NEVER GREATER THAN THE 'CREATOR'. LOOK TO THE CREATOR...SHOOO...TO THAT GRIM REAPER! BLESSINGS TO YOU WILLIAM AND THANKS FOR SHARING.
LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

I agree with Felix....as I age, I seem to become more attuned to what may be on the other side....Very well written, my friend. I sure hope you're feeling better soon.

Anna

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on January 13, 2010

Be fearless and face this ogre on still ground. You have the upper hand and knowingh what you see in the mirror is you....then you've won that race. I love the words in your poem. Soul searching always brings out the bubbles in the wash.
Love,
Susan

Reviewed by John Flanagan

William,
Ignore him, he's just a bully trying to intimidate and like all bullies you can call his bluff; I've had a few visits from him, too, but kicked his ass.
Get better soon.

John

Reviewed by Felix Perry

As we age we see the spectre of that dark shroud always nearby, funny after awhile when the aches and pains become more frequent a part of our lifes...he almost seems like a friend standing by in case we need him.
fee

Reviewed by D Johnson

William, only those of us in a certain age can understand with clarity about the follies of 'Golden Age.' An excellent perspective on our future.

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Gerald Tate

Don't look him in the eye what ever you do. Oh and change your door number with your neighbor's.

Well done, Gerry

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Maybe it is bothering you because he got tired of being cheated by me!!!

Georg

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

You gotta look him in the face, and laugh. Then he'll scamper off to bother someone else.

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Here's hoping that you feel better soon William...and as for the Grim Reaper.........I wouldn't worry about him.......you've got miles to go!

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

I LOVE YOUR WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on January 12, 2010

I don't feel that it is your time William, you are just having some bumps along the road...Just take two and call me in the morning..
Look that damn reaper can go to haitis if you ask me. He is knocking on the wrong door. NOW SNAP OUTTA IT!!!!
Get off the couch, get warm and take a look at the beautiful starlit skies, now make a wish and the Universe will listen..
I wish you all the healing energy that the Universe can send and lots of light, love, and peace! I don't know what I would do without you, so you have to go and get better.
xo and warmest hugs
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

..hot tea and honey for that cough...your poem is captivating William!
love and blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

get well, my friend-take care--a poignant write!

Reviewed by Andy Turner

He's not as clever as once was.
I hear he's called the dim reaper. OUCH, some blighter with a hood just struck me.

Reviewed by George Carroll

Ah shucks age is just in your mind and I think I'm must be losing mine, Ha Ha

George

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

For it ain�t nothing like it used to be.

You got that right William. I don't look at meself
anymore..............ron