Tired
I understand for the first time / Why old people say...
I understand for the first time
Why old people say
They are ready to move on and
Rest in their graves.
I could not fathom a tired that
Would so motivate,
Or the fatigue in their bones that
Could cause such an ache.
But today, it made sense, when I
Thought back on our days,
Recalled dream's beginning and all
Things that must fade.
I'm so tired, my dear. I don't
Want more of this;
Life's feast, it has filled me, and I'm
Ready to quit.
I want to fold up my napkin,
Cross forks on my plate,
Push back from the table and
Just step away.
I don't believe in an after,
Or God who awaits.
I don't expect friends to greet me
With welcoming face.
I do not believe this would be
A slumber or peace,
Just a simple surrender to
The end of the feast.
I showed you a poem back when
We were first met,
A prosaic thing about all
My constant regrets.
It spoke of hellos, goodbyes and
My wandering thoughts,
Of empty in fullness and all
My feelings on loss.
I guess I'll add a line about
This short episode,
And perhaps one more weight to the
Smothering load.
But I'm tired, my dear, I don't want
To know more of this
Life that just takes and takes and takes...
About the Creator
Benjamin Kibbey
Award-winning journalist, Army vet and current freelance writer living in the woods of Montana.
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Comments (3)
Awesome!!! Love this!!!♥️♥️💕
I really liked your poem; it was crafted well and deep in deliberately chosen words. Good job!
Fantastic poem!