The Old Man

by Sylvia   Feb 1, 2009


The old man sits by the window each and every day.
At times a smile erupts on his face.
His lips move slowly and silently,
as if he is talking to someone, unseen by prying eyes.

Memories of a time long ago, flooding his mind.
A time when he shared life with his beloved wife.
A perfect match for him, one made in heaven.
How he misses the days they spent together.

He remembers the walks, hand in hand, they took.
The talks of dreams they both shared.
A lifetime filled with an everlasting love,
no regrets or sorrows, now no tomorrows.

Patiently, he waits for the time when they are reunited,
their life to continue as husband and wife.
Once more his life will be complete, when they meet again,
and he will no longer have to sit by that window, waiting.

Copyright © 2009 Sylvia All Rights Reserved

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  • 15 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    So touching... very lovely write...

    the longing of a lover to meet his beloved ... the times that he has shared with her ... and the grief of separation ... very beautifully narrated ...

    the first stanza had a little softness that i found missing in other stanza ... but the feelings and emotions are all there...

    "Once more his life will be complete, when they meet again,
    and he will no longer have to sit by that window, waiting. "
    ^^
    loved emotions in the last stanza... it bought a smile to my face... may be because i could feel the happiness the old man would feel just at the thought of meeting his wife again in heaven :)

    wonderful write Sylvia :)

  • 15 years ago

    by Cindy

    This poem is heart wrenching.

    The old man sits by the window each and every day.
    At times a smile erupts on his face.
    His lips move slowly and silently,
    as if he is talking to someone, unseen by prying eyes.

    It is so hard to sit alone talking to our love that has left before us.

    Memories of a time long ago, flooding his mind.
    A time when he shared life with his beloved wife.
    A perfect match for him, one made in heaven.
    How he misses the days they spent together.

    No matter how many years go by the pain is still there. Nothing can fill those days that were spent with your love.

    He remembers the walks, hand in hand, they took.
    The talks of dreams they both shared.
    A lifetime filled with an everlasting love,
    no regrets or sorrows, now no tomorrows.

    The tomorrows are the hardest to face. Being alone.

    Patiently, he waits for the time when they are reunited,
    their life to continue as husband and wife.
    Once more his life will be complete, when they meet again,
    and he will no longer have to sit by that window, waiting.

    The wait for your time is the hardest.

    Excellent job!
    Take care Cindy

  • 15 years ago

    by ben thompson

    Wow! sylvia such a sad write. its so sad when we lose our loved ones, especially a soul mate. but its all part of life and the best part as that we will be reuntied with them again. i loved this one. 5/5 all the best ben thompson

  • 15 years ago

    by Faithless

    Wow I must say that you you have beautifully crafted the poem til perfection. I can clearly visualize the whole scene.This poem givesme the feeling of serenity & prity of an only waiting for his death to be joined agin with his wife.You have cleverly piece the words together creating this less than a masterpiece

    Excellent Job
    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Michael is right, I have seen that happen often too. I witnessed it this past month again: an elderly lady in her eighties that I knew died one year after her beloved husband. It was cancer that took her, but I always feel it is the loss of the will to live is fatal in such cases...