The Walk

A woman remembers the past, admires her present and contemplates her future.

I have the company of many,

but not great company they keep.

For time is of the essence and yet still they do sleep.

I await on bated breath,

the seconds until I shall see,

the face's that I seek, with eyes that burn so deep.

Countless moments are cherished

Countless hours are lost,

Countless memories are admired, although some I do gloss.

Fresh flowers I do tread upon,

they lay across the ground,

My feet recount the steps of many, friends sleeping safe and sound.

Inescapable that I am here,

Time passes ever so quick,

Friends are waiting there for me, shock shows no trick.

In the ground they slumber,

all of my old friends,

And today I shall join them, for today it is my End.  

Author's Note

I'm a new writer and would absolutely love some reviews,
although please try and be kind with them, It's much more helpful that way!

Reviews

[ATG]

A wonderful poem. I enjoyed reading this a great deal. It really made you think of someone contemplating their life. I did like the ending too. After reading the ending, I reread the poem again and understood it a lot more. It made me think of an old lady looking back on her life and thinking about all the things she did and all the friends she had. I can say nothing bad about this and can find nothing wrong with it.

[zainul]

Great write draws conclusion in sad yet true statement.
My most favorite part:
"In the ground they slumber,

all of my old friends,

And today I shall join them, for today it is my End."

[Ronn Michael Salinas]

inspiring

[Matthew vonHone]

Your work is insightful and easily envelopes the reader daring you to look and find the beauty in the stark and sometimes ugly. It's a rare gift. Go with it.

The best advice I ever got was: Embrace all criticism, because even the bad reviews mean they cared enough to read it.