Old Man With Stick

They have left me now

My childhood heroes

My dreams

My Loves long hair and dark eyes

As wild horses chasing sunsets

Now come the Specters of the dark unknown

No longer warmed of the sun

The long nights of unresolved memories and unwise choices.

I chose to Be and Do, no other than I am.

by Toby Twigg

Comments (1)

Nice poem! this is the first and a golden work from you....all old days and past not going anywhere, they are growing old together with us... :) and you still hero to your life like it was before, and ever!