All my life, I have waited for something to happen,
Something, anything, to break the routine pattern.
Sitting there on the side of the road feeling forlorn,
Waiting for the road to entertain me, to feel reborn.
My life an obscure reference I read about in books,
A life that happens to everyone, all the world partook.
The days click on like the rattling of a train’s caboose,
But deep inside, I feel like a caged bird newly set loose.
Infancy, adolescence, adulthood, middle, then old age,
The stages of life march on as fading letters on a page.
Still, I never give up on life’s sweet mystery that beckons;
Secret promises awaiting fulfilment that no one reckons.
As such, I will continue to wait patiently my life to happen;
After all, life always surges forward and will never slacken.
There's something very touching about your double-entendre, allowing one to contemplate both the human side and the non-human side of loneliness. As you know, I'm a big fan of personification, and this was a wonderful start for the day. Thank you for posting. Well done.
THIS WORK REMINDS ME OF SOMEONE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING THAT WAS...THERE ALL THE TIME. THANKS FOR SHARING, JOHN. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Very well written....I think that everyone wonders about what they've lost in life or what has gone unfulfilled....As a human being / person / I feel that we all experience some restlessness in our lives....No matter what we've accomplished....Whether it's in a minor or major way....
Wish I could see as much of the world that you have seen & visited, but I was born and raised in NJ & there I will probably die...as always a great write, in my humble opinion...-e-
It is often happening while we surge forward, every day a palpitation of what it is, lovely words penned dear John, the bear tears me to pieces and makes me want to hug it xo
While I admire your travelogues as someone who has explored this world from a first-hand perspective, in this poem and some others I sense a sense of loss or un-fulfillment for all that you have done--accomplished. There is a restlessness, a yearning, for something more. And in this poem in the end, the hope that it still will happen.
I still have dreams that would be nice to fulfill, but I'm content with my life so far.
It seems that when I was young, I paid no attention to time. It seeme d to me that I had hundreds of years before I'd reach 30!! Once 50 happened it was as if I was having birthdays much too close to each other. Your last line describes perfectly how I feel today. Great poem!
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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I still have dreams that would be nice to fulfill, but I'm content with my life so far.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane