Luke Warm Solitude

A poem
by
Gene Fredericks

Lukewarm Solitude

In the lukewarm solitude of my mind
Sitting alone and staring blind
Enveloped numb by the fear of life
Frozen solid by its constant strife
My body aches over the gaping issues
With tears long gone absorbed in tissues
Yet resolution is far from near
As my heart beats on another year
I linger on the joys of youth
Then I’m slapped again by daily truth
I sit and ponder the good and bad
Giggling some then turning sad
Watching children as they learn and play
Then old age calls me away
To an aging process that seems unfair
As the only means to get me where
My destiny and my choices meet
The infamous maker I prepare to greet
So in lukewarm solitude I blankly stare
My best reflection is a life of care.
The last years on my life you see
Can be the ones to make me free
Eternal rest or eternal strife
Are merely reflections of a life
The rights, the wrongs, the indecision
Become one thing with no revision
This verse right here is penance enough
To attempt to show I had the stuff
To leave a word for my fellow being
In search for some greater meaning
But I know the search is only that
Till its over we just sit pat.
So I’ll end this verse with a tear in eye
And say to you just go out and try.

GF
10
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Lukewarm Solitude
Copyright 2005
Gene Fredericks