The sun rose bleakly
But the old man said,
“Hail to the morning!
I am not yet dead.
I have music to hear
And words to be read;
Enough in the cupboard
To see me fed.
Through the march of years
Many tears I’ve shed.
And my greatest friends
Have long since fled.
But at close of this day
I may lay my head
Upon the sheets
Of my own warm bed.
I am truly blessed.”
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Laura, sometimes front line capitals just feels right. Perhaps it is the subject here, so universal and simple, which maybe requires those 'standard rules' to which readers will immediately relate.
And nothing is more universal than fairy tales. Or mythology - sort of the same point... sort of.
Reads like an old fairy story this, which is comforting in itself.
Can I ask why you've capitalised each line?
you work that well to the last line cynthia. top stuff.
I'm not so old that I can't spell folks' names
correctly!
Age is still just a number for many of us oldies! And how lucky we are when recalling
those young men like my maternal Uncle Nick,
killed in August 1916 in the Somme campaign...
aged just 24...and whose name I proudly heard
read out at a rain-swept Tower of London among
the ever growing field of poppies a few hours ago.
Cynthia, I love the tone of this. "I have music to hear/ And words to be read"...yes! Carpe diem, Blessed Man ;) By the way, I left a response on "I Feel Fall". Thanks for your comments.
This reads like a prayer Cynthia.
My sentiments exactly!
Age shall not wither me if I can help it.
Nice, I enjoyed that one.
Philipos
Sat 23rd Aug 2014 20:38
Lovely to read a quality poem Cynthia. Enjoyed v much. P.
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Isobel
Sat 6th Sep 2014 23:51
There's a lot to be said for contentment and appreciating just what you have as much as being aware of what you haven't.
This is a very enjoyable piece Cynthia. I like its simple affirmations and the fairy tale style of it - it reads a bit like a fable.