The Old Man's Monologue Poem by John Duffy

In the twilight hours
Just when the grey clouds

Break and the slow moon rises
Silently announcing it's getting too late

I still always wake to remember that auburn hair girl

I once used to date

Her bright green eyes
And twinkling wide smile

All things
Young boys dream of
And for them

To go that extra mile

But like all things that came to pass

Our love withered the night her beloved pa died

I tried to hold her hands
To console her

Prayed God would wipe away all those wet tears she cried

But that new hole in her arm

Which soon swallowed up
All our hard worked for gold

Always left me feeling lonely and cold

It all ended the fateful night

On June the first
When the rains fell

And life was a constant fight and everything seemed on top

Filled with thirst

With my wallet and her purse empty

She got that feeling to go stealing

Only to get shot dead by the cops

I can still see her now even after all these sad passing years

Now I'm old and grey
Sat in this nursing home

Feeling all alone and filled with so many dry tears

I guess those memories of my youth will still linger and will never stop

It's quite crazy now that I'm on morphine to ease the pain

Those images of her standing in the kitchen

With those beautiful green eyes and wide beaming smile

Cooking and singing while outside it rained

Still play around the cinemas in my brain

As I even now at seventy-five

Remember
Echoes of my first and last love

My beloved wife and life long addiction
Called Mary Jane

My love for you
Wherever you are

Until we are once more
Reunited

Will always remain

**If you can hear this**

Just know I still treasure those memories of us

The one's where you were free and truly alive

Copyright John Duffy