Friday, January 16, 2009

A bitter man

He died an old man
His bed smelt of bitterness
His first words to the lord were
"You should have taken me when I was young"

A few days before that
He could still fight the tears
The pain in his bones he couldn't ignore
But he could remember the songs he had sung

It was a few years before
That he no longer liked music that was new
He heard the same songs, played in loop
But the youth and their 'music' ceased to be pure

He knew his youth had gone
Long before the doctor told him so
He knew it when he ran out of the rain
Because the tie he wore had a presentation to show

In his youth the rain had smelt of love
Of passion, of purity, of the girl he was with
Love made the world make sense while it lasted
And though he no longer thought he was God he still loved the myth

It was tough not to think he was as a child
When he could laugh at the mistakes others had made
When there was no time behind, no omni present report card
No reason to walk on the path the others had made

The seed could still believe it was a flower
Even when the thorns started to appear the rose was still a dream
But when the bark grew its thick hide the hope was last
He was just another tree in the forest fighting to reach the gleam

When he finally saw God he said, you should have taken me then
When I was young, in love and when my dreams were still free
God looked at the bitterman who's soul would soon heal
And said "at least now you're happy to see me"

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