Joseph Anderson

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A Man And His Old Dam


He had to return to that old, old dam,
Where he often roamed as a lad;
To see it crumbling, eroding away,
Left him pensive, reflective and sad-

And this he told me-

'I saw the high and low water marks
Clearly etched on the battered old wall;
With life's flotsam and jetsam pounding away,
My old dam seemed ready to fall.

It has guarded life's waters for near eighty years
And has lasted as long as I;
Scars from those years are clearly in view-
I am telling you this with a sigh.

I feel an affinity with that old dam
And can see a reflection of me;
After seeing it slowly decaying away,
I was filled with a deep empathy.

Life, like the waters, must keep flowing on,
Ever hampered by time and the years;
I, in my twilight, keep thinking on this-
Pardon me, while I wipe some tears.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 26, 2010

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  • Thomas Vaughan Jones (2/16/2014 3:01:00 PM)

    All things must pass Joseph, but before we fade away, you and I must endeavour to record as many of these memories as we can. If they bring a tear, so be it. Thes are our moments.
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  • Valsa George (10/20/2012 9:32:00 PM)

    These 'twilight broodings' make me inexpressibly sad! ! A poem touching the very core of heart from someone who has watched the ebb and flow of life more than many here! ! This deserves a great 10 (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (5/29/2012 3:01:00 PM)

    How beautiful. Even inanimate things have a place, becoming such a part of our life-often with deep emotional connection. I really felt this one. Good.10 (Report) Reply

  • Smoky Hoss (12/22/2010 10:58:00 AM)

    This is a poem of such simple, yet pure beauty, straight from the depths of being truly human. Great poem Joseph. (Report) Reply

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (10/26/2010 12:03:00 PM)

    Its not nostalgia, not the lamentation but a free-heart tribute as word can contribute its meaning to communicate.

    Pardon me, while I wipe some tears.......

    Yes, at least one or two dropp is expected at its last otherwise no difference of human with other animals. 10/10

    Regards,
    pranab (Report) Reply

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