Sadness – Free Verse – June 16, 2015


another birthday gone
and again I wasn’t present
they grow each day so tall
and I’ve missed their growing-up
how life’s twists and turns
leaving so much just unfinished
still even now I look
and see that life goes on

cry not for me my friend
I do that enough myself
my road took me this way
it was a conscious choice you know,
when I was just a kid
fallen from my bike
I laid upon the road
watched the clouds drifting by
and saw that life goes on.

no ties no bonds no chains
and no affection too
once you’ve chosen this lonely road
no on can comfort you
dependence has a price
that everyone must pay it
but the children soon grow-up
like clouds they drift away
and still live goes on.

© G.s.k. ‘15


Photo Challenge #65, Sadness, June 16, 2015

17 thoughts on “Sadness – Free Verse – June 16, 2015

  1. This is heart wrenching my dear and let me cry a spell with you, an honour it is to feel some empathy…and yet I do understand that life does go on. We raise ours to feel strong and independent …the price to pay to have peace of mind when we are no longer here.


  2. Very moving–I often think that having fewer connections makes my life easier; however sometime back, a neighbor died–and I didn’t realize till then how much I cared for him, felt connected to him–and felt the hole he’d left.


  3. Beautifully written — and heartbreaking too — as my son becomes more and more independent — and will be gone in a blink of an eye. With a huge hug —-


  4. We often fill our lives with others closer to us…, when they grew up or fly away….we have a chance to cultivate inner friend…to continue go on….~ melancholic story we all can relate…


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