Forgive me!

Forgive me!

Forgive me, if I sit and stare,
And I hardly know that you are there,
Forgive me if my shaking hand,
Will no longer do what I command,
Forgive me if my ageing brain,
Will not respond, and asks again,
Just what it is you want from me,
And why I am a ‘misery’.

Forgive me, if my older years,
Sometimes result in thoughtful tears,
Forgive me, if I drift away,
In memories of ‘yesterday’,
Forgive me, if my ‘slower’ ways,
Bring you more, exasperating days,
I try to help, I really do,
But all I do, is hinder you.

Just sit with me, forget your task,
And hold my hand, that’s all I ask,
Just sit and talk, and listen too,
To what I want, to say to you.

For I am old, it won’t be long,
I soon will hear, the ‘angel’s song’,
And then your time, will be your own,
And maybe then, you will not frown,
Just sit awhile, and let me speak,
Before my voice, grows faint and weak,
Before my throat, gets sore and dry,
And just before, I start to cry.

Forgive me, that I ask of you,
Some of the things, you have to do,
Forgive me, for my stumbling walk,
And the slurring, sluggish way I talk,
Forgive me, if I ‘ramble on’,
Of better times, that have now gone,
Forgive me, if you cannot see,
How precious, – that you are to me!

Forgive me!

Mick
( Copyright Michael Westwood 2015)

About the author

Mick Westwood
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I am a 71 year old retired coal miner, who spent 30 years working underground. Having time on my hands, and in order to keep my brain exercised, I decided to try to write poetry and put down on paper some of my life experience, and my hopes, dreams and other thoughts. I also do a little gardening, but I am hopeless at housework. Much to my wife's displeasure.

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