Fifty, what a number
I’m scared, a year away
Fifty, what a number
So hard to see, so hard to feel
Fifty, what a number
Then I close my eyes
Waiting for the inevitable
Wishing to defy gravity
Knowing it’s impossible
Sooner or latter it will be fifty
Fifty, what a number
No fifty kisses, no fifty roses
Not even fifty smiles, all of them leaving marks
Not even fifty cries, there were more . . . way more sad.
A life without glory, only scars
Fifty scars may be
Fifty, oh what a number
Because it is not just fifty, but my fifty
Fifty, what a number
And I’m so scared a year away.
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There is no reason to be afraid. One thing about men that makes them attractive is the fact that as they grow older they become more handsome. I personally believe, and many others along with me, that you are far better looking today than you were 20 years ago. And no I am not simply saying this because I know, or because I care so much about you, but because I am honestly speaking from what my eyes are seeing. As for the scars, they are simply a part of life, and the fact that you have survived through everything makes you a far superior man to most. I see you continuing in this cruel world for a long time, and I promise to be by your side every step of the way.
ReplyDeleteNow as a critic. This was not one of my favorites. The idea was interesting but the form did not appeal to me. There were times that it was repetitive and it didn't need to be. I feel you can add so much more to it, to make it a gruesome tale. Grammatically it was fine, but I believe you could have told it differently and made it a tale that which Edgar Allen Poe would have smiled upon.
Fifty hugs from an old friend? Would that bring some comfort? Peace and Love to you, Old (soul) Friend of mine ...
ReplyDeleteThank you for opening your heart and share it this way.
Daniel