Cannot Stay, a story poem

Lucidity Lamb Photography

The old man whispered from the dark,

Shadows hiding his intent.

He urged the youth to embark.

With palsied voice, hear what he said.

–

“Come you to the water’s edge.

Come you to the line of trees.

Come you step beyond the hedge.

Think you ready now to leave.

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“Grown men dream of freedom lost.

Women of their wildest days.

Boys they wish to pay no cost.

Girls to finally have their say.”

–

The youth was not one to waste

wisdom from an elder’s lips.

But, they thought, the wise make haste

And this old man barely keeps his grip.

–

“At what price does your wisdom come?”

The youth asked in a voice unsure.

“My lessons for the day are done.

Must I also listen now to yours?”

–

The old man, shaking where he stood,

braced himself against a tree

so he might wave his crutch of wood

and demand again, more urgently,

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“Come you bring the dreams you’ve lost.

Come you give your life away.

Come who care for you and naught,

You who’ve never found your way.”

–

“But I’ve lost no dreams,” the youth argued.

“I’ve barely had the time to dream.

I’m afraid you’ve mistakenly assumed

I am someone other than who you see.”

–

The man in his frustration, wept.

He sat with aid from crutch and youth.

“Please,” he continued, “do accept

these words of hard-earned, painful truth.”

–

“The end will come, be you prepared.

The end will have. The end will take.

The end will come, your soul to snare.

If you’ve not lived, it’s your mistake.

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“Do or don’t, be brave and dare,

or stay hidden home in comfort, safe.

Whichever path you choose, beware.

The end is not your choice to make.”

–

The youth looked ’round for any aid.

The man was weakening with every sigh.

Upon the earth, the man, they laid.

He coughed and wheezed before he died,

–

“Think not long on what you’ve lost.

Think not to give your life away.

No matter if you like the cost.

Live life now. You cannot stay.”

–

The youth cried hard over the man.

This elder who’s last words were spent

on a stranger who could barely understand

or fathom an old man’s intent.

–

Yet set they out the very next dawn,

a new dream in mind, a new plan in hand.

If years and life are so easily withdrawn,

they will strive to spend them as best they can.


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