Reflection

[Terry]

Almost a follow on from Jeff's poem.

My daughter was home from Darwin for a week.
So I dug up this old poem I had written for her years ago - a bit soppy as we dads tend to be.




Reflection

You look at me now and just what do you see,
The shadow of what I had once used to be.
Now wrinkled and stooped from a life way outback,
and paying the price for those years on the track.

I once was your hero in days now gone by,
those times were so precious for you and for I.
You still give a smile at the yarns that I tell,
those boring old stories I used to tell well.

Remember me now as I was way back then,
an average bloke but a man among men?
A dreamer of dreams though achievements were few,
but proud to be dad to a daughter like you,

A restless young spirit with urgings to roam,
to faraway places I once had called home.
Still chasing those dreams and the time again flew,
but not a day passed without thoughts about you.

That time is now over, and life has moved on,
I live in the past and the old days are gone.
I loved then that lifestyle; but paid a price too,
for something was missing - your mother, brother, and you

*****

© T.E. Piggott

[Terry]

Something perhaps I should have mentioned although I'm sure you all worked it out anyway.
It's an old poem and I must have been trying different meters.

The meter of this poem is
Unstressed = x
Stressed = /

Each line is x/xx/xx/xx/ - or supposed to be anyhow.

hope that makes sense

[alongtimegone]

A bit sad Terry but beautifully reflected upon. Have you done yourself an unwarranted injustice. We don't have enough dreamers and most of us are just average blokes.
Wazza

[Ron]

Well done Terry, may well be a bit of a softy, but I bet your daughter appreciated it!
Cheers
Ron.

[Terry]

Thanks Wazza & Ron