Afraid
I can’t walk another step
In these shoes I adorn
In them, I am faded, used up
Afraid I’m a bit worn
I’ve spent too many a day
Just glorifying myself
They waited, prayed for me, didn’t give up
While I hid within my wealth
Their calls I did not heed
And go against my will
I didn’t change for anything
And now I feel the chill
For there is no more time
No more rising suns
Though I ask one more chance
Afraid my time is done
Tim Keen
2-10-13
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That was really moving.
Thanks so much.
Tim
Beautiful.
Hey, thanks for coming by. Your blog is pretty cool.
Tim
Nicely written, Tim, tugs at the emotions.
Thanks so much, Pattsi.
Good one Tom.
One of our ladies at the church has terminal cancer and she’s running out of time.
Yesterday when I went to church I was afraid she’s actually passed away until she moved!😦
This poem is sooo close to her life…
God Bless!
Prenin.
Thanks, Prenin. This came out of a little bit of family trajedy of my own. Two people in my had separate, sudden illnesses. One died and one is on the edge. Both of them woke up in the morning without a clue that anything was wrong. Then, it just happened. So it got me to thinking really hard.
The clock is ticking, my friend. Can’t take a moment for granted.
Tim
This poem really expresses well what we all fear — running out of time before we complete all our missions.
I am glad you enjoyed it.
Tim
This is such a moving poem, Tim.
Thanks. Hugs to you and your blog. I really enjoy it.
Tim
I remember you, Timkeen … come and visit me if you have time … http://catsruledogsdroole.blogspot.com/
Will do, Cat. I’ll be by soon.
Tim
Hi Tom,
That’s powerful indeed. I just loved the metaphor of the wearer getting worn out , as seen by the shoes. And the perspectives that come up with this wearing out.
Blessings
Shakti
Thanks Shakti.
Tim
Hopped over to thank you for visiting Chancy’s blog and leaving a comment. Now that I am here I see that you have been given a great talent. I have enjoyed my visit here. Hugs and nose kisses from Chancy and me!
This is a strong and pained poem, Tim. I can identify with it much, not following, being warned, marching onward. It speaks loud on average humanity, and what extra it takes, to take heed.
I am glad you found something in it to identify with and thanks for coming by.
Tim
Wow, this is powerful. I really like the metaphor of “wearing” shoes.
A sad piece that pulls at one’s core. Well done!
Thank you so much for the kind words.
Tim
Beautiful Tim. I really like some of the visions you painted like hiding within one’s wealth.
Thanks, Tammy.
This is very powerful, Tim. Beautiful analogy to life and time…
I am glad you liked it. It means a lot to me that what I do touches in some way. That’s really why we all write, isn’t it? Again, many thanks.
Tim