As a child,
I never gave much thought or credence,
about growing into manhood.
And one day to my surprise,
I found I was a man.
As a man,
I never gave much consideration or deliberation,
about growing old;
Moreover, I busied myself with everyday things,
and allowed time to slip by unnoticed.
Then one day I stopped to look about,
I was shocked to discover I was an old man.
As an old man,
I never gave much thought or attention,
moreover, I busied myself with selfish things,
again, I allowed time to slip foolishly by,
and to my disbelief I found I was dying.
As I lay dying,
I find all my thoughts and concentration,
probing my memory
now, I busy myself searching for the memories,
of family and friends from by gone days,
I did not miss until it was too late.
About Me: I am a 63-year-old retired engineer-building contractor who quite recently discovered writing, poetry, and prose. I have no formal training in any discipline where writing was anything more than writing reports or contracts.
One day while reading a novella, I made the remark, I could write a novella like the one I was reading, and the gauntlet was thrown down. I bought a high school English Grammar book and a college English Grammar book and studied them both from cover to cover.
I will admit to this day, I write passive sentences, I do occasionally split the infinitive, and least we not forget I might butcher the mechanics, of the English language. However, Word does a wonderful job pointing out those major flaws in my sentences and paragraphs, then gleefully points out those mistakes, and demands they’re fixed immediately. I hate those little red, blue, and green underlines that appear out of no-where when I type.
I wrote in my journals, and I wrote prose and other works for ten years before I posted the first poem on the blog. I wrote of and about everything from inspirational prose to a 400-plus-page World War II novel. And numerous short stories and essays. I even wrote a porn story of 75000 words, and I think, I will let it languish in the hallowed cylinders of my hard drive until I can find an out of the way place to post it.
Out of all my pieces I have penned, I have had two published one in a book of prose and the other in the Harleys Owners Group (HOG Magazine) Volume 21 on the exhaust page.
Please visit Short Stories and other Writings at http://frgoulding.com. I hope you will enjoy reading them.
Thank you, Frank Goulding.