Full Circle
 

I guess they call this full circle,

I asked Dad as the sky turned purple,

Grew up and survived being a teenager,

Even became a truck driver.

 

From being a kid, to having one,

If anyone asked, I’d of said I’m done,

Then I graduated to the next step up,

My daughter says I’m due to be a Grandpa.

 

Hell Dad, you know me,

I had no idea what to do even then,

Now Grandfathering is tossed in?

It just revolves with no end.

 

Don’t get me wrong Dad, I told the sky,

I love all the gifts that are a part of life,

Never really understood the bad times,

And I really hate talking to the sky,

Sounds like I’m practicing lines.

 

We learn so much that’s so dear,

Gain family and friends over the years,

Always under a cloud of fear,

That someday death will be near.

 

I went silent under that sky,

Now dark with the stars glowing up high,

I was listening for a reply,

Thinking once again, I would be denied.

 

Whispering like the wind,

I heard Dad’s rough and tender voice,

If you think you had wonderful times,

It’s just a prelude to what you’ll find,

As you begin that long final climb.

 

March 12, 2008

@Bradley S. Hartman

www.bradleyshartman.com

 

 

 


Comments:
 
G_Money   G_Money wrote
on 10/6/2008 8:55:42 AM
Love the concept. Nicely done.

lindsay   lindsay wrote
on 10/6/2008 12:22:02 AM
Life does past too quickly. You did a great job capturing that in this poem.

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Just a simple poem to remind people how fast forever is and how life is seen by moments that have a strong effect on the heart
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