Welcome Mr. Death

Now the leaves, relentless, fast decay,
And memory grows dimmer day by day.
Old age seeps into joints and sinews furtively.
Shedding white hair grows tousled unbecomingly.

All your dreams long since past…
Purpose seems a bloated outcast.
Hope and aspirations retarded;
Fleeting time, spent, never recovered.

The young fear Mr. Death —
Not to be cheated of their experience,
But the old have had their time,
So, for them, he may be kind.

All Poetry — Henry Barnard

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Goodbye

Death, the unknowable,
Hangs over one’s aged head
Like the sword of Damocles.

Will one depart with just a whisper
Into the endless night…
Forsake all sight and sound,
All touch and taste,
With the last breath?

No second chances in the dark embrace.
No redemption in silent time.
Not even adrift.
Nowhere.
Nothing.

All Poetry — Henry Barnard

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A Twinkle in His Eye

Springtime.

A solitary old man sits on a bench,
His cane resting at his side,
His doleful eyes glance about the park,
But, restless, do not dwell for long.

Then he hears children playing with a beach ball,
And turns to see them standing in a circle.
The ball darts back and forth between them,
Kept from touching the ground – the challenge.
Their voices excited, laughing, shouting, urgent, gay –
Merriment of youth.

A tall girl hits the ball with a tight fist.
But it shoots straight up and gets snagged by branches —
The ball now suspended and out of reach.
Squeals of excitement and angst from the children
Proclaim their predicament.

A smile flickers across the old man’s face…
A twinkle in his eye.

All Poetry — Henry Barnard

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Empire State Building and New Yorker Sign

Empire State and New Yorker Sign

Manhattan, A Photographer’s Journey by Henry Barnard

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Jeans, Washington Square Park

Jeans, Washington Square Park

People, A Photographer’s Perspective by Henry Barnard

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