Poetry of David Pawson

MIDLIFE
by David Pawson
©1999

Dedicated to Kris.


I've built my life around my wife,
And have always loved her dearly.
But recently, it seems to me,
I'm not seeing things too clearly.

I see myself, my life half gone,
And wonder just what's going on.
The job, the debt, the kids, the friends,
The house, the yard: it never ends.

But through it all, I still recall
The day we stood united,
Declared our love to God above,
And looked ahead, excited.

Though the years have brought us joy and pain
You know I'd do it all again.
With you there, standing by my side,
I've withstood life's every ebb and tide.

But something's changed, I feel deranged,
I feel that something's lacking.
My hope and dreams, my plans and schemes:
When did they go packing?

Though time should age me, make me grey,
I remember what I pledged that day:
To love, to honor, and to cherish,
Until the day that I should perish.

You feel abused, hurt and confused,
But please be patient with me.
Though you look askance, there's still a chance
That you'll grow ancient with me.








  
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