THE JOURNEY
No-one has offered me a seat yet
Though I sense it will come
Just take a look at my face
Or snatch a feel of my bum
For I am sagging in front while falling behind
Such a dismal degeneracy beckons
What a feeling of loss as I rake through the dross
As my fare runs well past its reckoning
No-one has taken my arm yet
Though it cannot be long ere they try
Travellers flinch from the grind of my knees
And wince at the shake of my thigh
For I am stumbling about while fumbling for change
While the driver grows surly and dark
If I only had time I would manage just fine
But his schedule’s for real not some lark
No-one has raised their voice yet
Though how would I know had they done
And hark at the harrowing cries
Of those who have missed out on their turn
We are bowling along through a jettisoned throng
The upshot of which who can tell
Yet one cannot alight, just to ask seems not right
And lord knows who’ll respond to the bell
No-one has averted their gaze yet
Though the chance that they will is a cert
Should I try to hold on to the gist
Or feign and pretend I’m alert
This rash clutching at threads is embarrassing some
Not least my companions who note
As I peer through the crush and inquire what’s the rush
Food stains down my shirt are no joke
No-one has ordered me off yet
Though the reason is hard to unpick
Dare kind tolerance transcend a bleak dusting of Fate?
Did you count all the stops that we passed on the trip
As the vehicle sped round the bend?
Did we sort out Life’s meaning
On this journey near o’er?
Too late…it is here I descend.
About this poem
This poem is a whimsical reflection on the impact of ageing.
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Submitted by bob.scott123 on March 28, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
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Words | 320 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 |
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