Old Woman

Old Woman short poem

 

My heart is filled with strain and sympathy
This picture that I never want to see
A loose feeling borne out of misery
When I looked on someone as frail as she
As she calmly gazed the camera lens
Beside the grass of the surrounding woods
A somber scene in a secluded dense
For an old woman of mere livelihood
A gloomy eyes with wrinkled hand and face
With a shred of cloth tied on her forehead
Hanging gray hair in brow that interlace
Wearing old garments cast in flowered beads
While she gently holds a sickle in hand
She’s slightly stooped with the weight on her back
She holds firmly with a string as she stands
The bundle of sticks behind like a pack
As I contemplate and looked more closely
In her eyes, I saw, a suffering heart
This woman who was deprived of plenty
To some, it’s like life being torn apart
It’s not the load on her back that I see
But a life of pain and adversity
The real truth that it can only be
A burden of poverty she carry
As to our life’s daily and constant strife
To this old woman born of tragedy
And all who have no power to enjoy life
To my God I ask why this mystery?

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Mr. Jesus Diaz Llorico hails from the beautiful province of Iloilo, Philippines. He was a former member of the Police Force in his hometown for a couple years and later on joined the Bureau of Fire Protection wherein he was assigned in several parts of the Visayas. He then decided to go abroad and work for 22 years in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and is now connected with the Prince Sultan Airbase in Al kharj. He is a regular contributor of the PANAY NEWS, a daily newspaper in the Visayas and the KABAYAN WEEKLY, one of the leading weekly newspaper in the United Arab Emirates. Working abroad, away from his native land and loved ones, it is in writing poetry that Jesus finds comfort in times of solitude in a foreign land.
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Not your usual excellent standard of writing @desertreveries14 but the thoughts captured are commendable.

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