Looking back over rounded shoulders,
At friends who’ve long passed;
He can see them like yesterday,
So much like him today.
“Maybe I don’t want to go forward alone”, he thought,
His blanket of bronze and gold
Offering little warmth to his heart grown cold.
His parched lips quiver under mossy beard,
Longing for a sip of cool mountain water.
What lies ahead scares him
Standing at rivers edge.
In his youth no apprehension would he have shown,
His fearlessness bringing out the best in him,
But no longer is he fearless, no longer is he emulous.
Instead he is resigned to spend his life’s remainder…
Waving goodbye to what was
And what might have been.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
(Words at the Weekend – 17-18 August 2013 prompts)
http://boipoet.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/words-at-the-weekend-17-18-august-2013/
Dom DiFrancesco 
This is fantastic! The last three lines are especially powerful.
Thank you very much, I appreciate that. I usually don’t write from prompts, but I really enjoyed doing this one and may do more in the future.
That’s really neat! I’ve never actually tried it before. Haha. Maybe I should. Anyway, keep up the great work! I always enjoy reading your poetry. :)
Thank you very much. :)
Thanks for dropping bye and for the likes Dom. Cheers.
My pleasure, I look forward to reading more of your blog. Be well my friend. :)
Beautifully painful poem… very well written my friend
Thank you so much Roxi, but Jem deserves much of the credit. I don’t usually write from prompts, but the prompts she posted for the weekend were my inspiration. I really enjoyed writing this very much.