Tale Weaver #191 – The Race Against Time – 4th October – An Old Man’s Race


The old man knew the race was well and truly on.

His days he knew were limited, that was reality,

But still, he nurtured the belief that love would come his way.

He didn’t know how, or when or with whom,

But it was a yearning he never gave up on.

There had to be someone he argued

Who might see him as a viable proposition?

The days went by, his birthdays came and went

The numbers beside his name grew larger

The wrinkles on his face deepened,

More hair fell out, his paunch expanded,

But still, his eyes sparkled when any engagement occurred.

He knew he was slowing down, his legs hurt,

He grew to worry about mowing his lawn,

Exercise was getting harder to come by

It took longer each morning to get vertical.

He wandered out one morning and bumped into a stranger.

Apologetic he hated making a fool of himself

The stranger didn’t recoil from his mumbled clumsy excuses

But rather stopped to listen, nodded understanding

Said perhaps a cup of tea might settle his anxiety.

He was taken aback, this wasn’t how it worked

Where was the aggression? The telling him off?

Instead, there was interest and then concern

The stranger saw him as a person, a man of substance

He wasn’t used to it, rejection was his default consequence.

Over morning cups they chatted, told each other their story

And committed to doing it again, the next time at his place.

Later when at home he anguished over what he’d done

Thought dusting, I bet my stranger loves dust free

So set to work wiping shelves and benches so long

Neglected and allowed to run free.

He heard the knock upon his door

His heart skipped a beat, would he pass?

The stranger stood there more beautiful than ever

Reached out and took his hand, stepped up and kissed him.

It was in that moment he knew

It was he who had won the race.


Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/10/04/tale-weaver-191-the-race-against-time-4th-october/

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8 Responses to Tale Weaver #191 – The Race Against Time – 4th October – An Old Man’s Race

  1. Jules says:

    This reminds me so much of my elder neighbor who did know love.
    But has been without his wife for over 20 years.
    He is indeed lucky to have a very good support system and celebrated many times over his mid nineties birthday last month.

  2. Eloquent poem and beautifully expressed. Thanks for sharing your insights.

  3. Lovely Michael. There is always hope, and Love tends to find you when you least expect it.

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