Tired Old Man by Seizure

I see everyday, through window panes
I sit in my chair, only pain remains
All my friends have left, or they passed away
I just miss them more, with each passing day
Since they all have gone, I haven't said a word
Even if I did, it would go unheard
So there is no point, why should I try?
I will be grateful, for the day I die

Several years have passed, still I am alive
I am now much older, now I'm eighty five
Color in my eyes, slowly start to fade
I lose all my strength, I am so afraid
There's nothing in my life, that meant a damn thing
Now it is too late, I've seen all life will bring
I rock back and forth, my only guarantee
Is that God and life, forgot about me

barb (216.129.37.250) -- Tuesday, August 20 2002, 04:29 pm

hang in there
tired old man ,glad to see your poem don't give up you are here so that people can share your pain.I for one would miss your poems. I look for them everyday keep writing and get mad at life don't let it win .

Seizure (67.33.149.193) -- Tuesday, August 20 2002, 06:41 pm

to clear it up
Just wanted to point out that I'm not the tired old man YET. I'm only 20. It's how I forsee myself in the future. I'm not really 85 but this is how I think I will feel if I make it that long.

barb (216.129.37.250) -- Thursday, August 22 2002, 03:16 am

My mistake
Boy I'm batting a thousand with you, you 're still a young thing. I'm 48 and some days I feel like I'm 88 again I'm sorry. Seems like I'm always saing something I shouldn't.

Sara Velez (24.92.182.59) -- Thursday, August 22 2002, 11:41 pm

tired old man
I feel like a tired old man but I am a tired old lady. Also I am only 17 I can feel how the person in the poem feels with every word. Oh , yea it was a wonderful poem!!! keep up the great work!!

Seizure (67.33.157.66) -- Thursday, August 22 2002, 11:50 pm

2 Barb & Sara
Barb, don't worry about it... I can fully understand where you thought I was really old from that poem. I just didn't think anyone would think I was really as I depicted myself on that work. I saw I was wrong so I had no problem correcting the misconception. It was a nice comment you left and I apprecited it.

Sara, thanks for the comment. Glad you liked it.

barb (216.129.37.250) -- Friday, August 23 2002, 03:17 am

nice person
you are nice afterall Haaaa I thought it was wierd that we had a disagreement on the computer. But you are a good debater. got my blood going Hhaaa

babygurl (216.135.36.186) -- Saturday, October 19 2002, 02:40 am

This poem was really touching. I work at a nursing home and I love my job but it is really sad cuz half of the people there don't even know who there own family is it's really kinda depressing.

smiley (152.163.189.133) -- Monday, October 21 2002, 11:06 pm

real good
now--this is something I would read and many more that get stuck with a disaster from youth--I absorb you pain --touching peppered with saddness for HS that happens

Seizure (68.155.218.237) -- Wednesday, October 23 2002, 09:39 pm

HS?
Can you finally tell me what HS means?

Leah (12.232.5.189) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 01:56 am

wow
Reading this poem i feel really young, actually i am. Im 15 and i would have never thought you were 20, i thought you were like 18. Anyways, good poem!oh and hs means high school.

Seizure (68.19.8.125) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 05:58 am

my birthday!
I'm not 20 for much longer though. I'll be 21 on the 29th of this month... and I think HS that he was referring to was, "horse shit."

MartinV (63.208.45.107) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 03:24 pm

The old man in a rocking chair.
Seiz,

You know I tend to read and see from the left of center, point of view. I see the old man in a rocking chair, your words are coming through. From rocking chairs, rock & roll, all the words you share feel true, coming from your sole. I read many of your poems and agree with others who say, Seiz, all your works, seem to rock, even when you sing Z blues.

Another one enjoyed.
Thanks, MartinV

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