Boomerang Poem by Timmy Curran
Boomerang
When the time it
comes, to acknowledge
old age, the bitterness
will no longer enrage
The peace will be
where its always been,
tucked deep within,
stored away with the sin
that´s piled and sorted
neat little stacks
all rightly proportioned
Lonliness is not to be
ridiculed, its there
for the marvelous ways
it takes to make it
through the days,
to be surrounded, encased
but such a sight
with memories of each face,
as the childs´toy
passes to the old man
playing alone in the sand
with his boomerang
all rightly proportioned Lonliness is not to be ridiculed, its there for the marvelous ways these lines are really poetic, i enjoyed reading your poem, thanks for sharing, Brother, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments.
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5/2/2024 3:08:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Old age and childhood share a number of similarities in the mindsets, anxiety and restlessness of mind of the two. Skillfully crafted poem with superb imagery. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 + points.