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Why Should I Complain

Why Should I Complain

The jailer is setting me free
But where am I to go
My shadow looks better than me
My memories are slower than slow
But why should I complain?

My faith has lost it's key
Love takes a final blow
I lost my guarantee
If there was one, I don't know?
Maybe I should complain?

So now I pay the fee
For this life, that I owe
The game is up, now I see
But I played it like a pro
So how can I complain?

And where's the referee?
No red card to bestow
Death jumps on me like a flea
It could have come long ago
So why should I complain?

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Cherie Leigh

Hi Barry...We never know when our time is up, and I just hope that I live the last part of my life without regrets and make the most of whatever I have left....We can only take our memories and love with us....so that is a clue that there is so much in life that  does not matter....It is the connection with others that matters and how we contribute to their lives before we go...Lots to ponder from your write.  Do we have a right to complain?  Indeed.  xo ;)  Love n Hugs  

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Barry Childs

Hi Cherie, I love complaining, It's my greatest asset. Thank you very much for your comments.
Barry x

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Violet Freese

Hi Barry this poem really touched me because I feel like I have lost so many loved ones and friends this past few years.. I am starting to feel like I am alone on the road . and it is a scary feeling.. I think at certain times In our lives we just all of a sudden realize... HEY I am getting older.. and HEY I am going to coak..and I don't remember signing up for this gig. so sometimes it doesn't fair.. but can we complain.. absolutely.  good write violet

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Barry Childs

It does hit you with a bang, doesn't it Violet. I suddenly realised I was old. Oh Dear, I feel like a teenager. Never mind. Thank you for your comments.
Barry x

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Larry Ran

My dear friend Barry,

We two septuagenarians seem to be reflecting on our lives, that now enter into their final stages.  Your poem certainly hits some raw nerves.

Recalling the past
So fearful of the future
Each day a trial

Love,
Larry xxx 

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Barry Childs

Thanks, Larry. We do ponder sometimes but I'm not that bothered. It was just such a shock when I finally realised I was an old man. Haha.
Barry x

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Woah woah wow way to go!!! Awesome!!! ESP admired the jumping flea metaphor, so clever that and the rest. This world is like a prison somehow, is that what's you meant too? 
You wrote it in such admirable flow and rhyming that I'm glad I checked yours out although I'm envying it. Kudos.

pls pleez do review my newest poem too, it's nice to hear from fellow poets for exchange of thoughts or it feels like a monologue.

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Barry Childs

Thank you so much. You hit the nail on the head. I was in a bad mood when I wrote it, lol. I will read your poem after posting this. Thank you for your kind comments.
Barry x

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