Category Archives: Sad

Homeless

Posted on January 4, 2021 by oldmainer

Shuffling down the sidewalkHis life in plastic bagsSocieties discarded remnantsA dog of suspect lineageFrayed rope for a leash Diverted glances avoid his beingWide birth given to his courseDowncast eyes try not to noticeHurt hidden within rumpled clothes All but forgotten Reduced … Continue reading →

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Killin Time

Posted on July 28, 2020 by oldmainer

I have always loved music.  I can’t sing and I can’t play an instrument, so it was always a spectator sport for me.  But I loved what I heard, whether I could create it or not.  I’m talking any kind … Continue reading →

Posted in Humor, Life, Loss, Memories, Music, Narrative, Reflection, Rhyme, Sad, Satire, Tribute | Tagged , , , | 7 Comments

Lethal Injection

Posted on July 17, 2020 by oldmainer

The following is a piece from 2013 and contains strong language and profanity   I sit on my cot, listening to the sounds that tumble about in the hall outside my cell.  I look up startled,  as the cell door … Continue reading →

Posted in Death, Family, Fear, Fiction, Life, Loss, Reflection, Sad, Short Story | Tagged , , , | 3 Comments

Is It Just Me Or?

Posted on May 28, 2020 by oldmainer

I think I may have mentioned this in a previous post.  I ordered some masks on EBay and within one day received a “your order has been shipped” message.  However, after several days, with no further activity, I decided to … Continue reading →

Posted in Commentary, Country, Generations, History, Insight, Loss, Opinions, Perspective, Reflection, Sad, Wisdom | Tagged , , , | 3 Comments

From Whence We Came

Posted on May 25, 2020 by oldmainer

I borrowed this photo from G.P. Cox’s “Pacific Paratrooper” blog because I could not just pass it by.  It just said too much.  We can focus on the “why” if we must.  But I instead would prefer to focus on … Continue reading →

Posted in Coping, Country, Death, Faith, Family, Generations, History, Home, Life, Loss, Love, Military, Perspective, Reflection, Sad, Tribute, War | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Cemetery Street

Posted on April 29, 2020 by oldmainer

The pavement laid with cobbled stone Smoothed by the years, beneath my feet Greets me as I walk alone On Cemetery Street Behind the walls where death is sown Where souls of yesterday retreat And remnants of the past have … Continue reading →

Posted in Death, Journey, Life, Loss, Love, Memories, Poetry, Reflection, Rhyme, Sad, Tribute | Tagged , , , , | 7 Comments

The Window

Posted on September 3, 2019 by oldmainer

The coughing spasm came again, causing a fire in his chest and compromising his already ragged breath.  When at last it passed, he laid there, physically drained.  It would be a while before his breathing returned to normal and he … Continue reading →

Posted in Aging, Autumn, Beauty, Color, Death, Fall, Fiction, Life, Loss, Love, Reflection, Sad, Seasons | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Two Ends Of The Stick

Posted on August 2, 2019 by oldmainer

As I walked through the door of our local brew pub yesterday afternoon, I was immediately greeted by a 55 pound chocolate lab named Barley.  The name is appropriate as he is owned by the brew master.  Barley is still … Continue reading →

Posted in Death, Dogs, Faith, Friendship, Life, Loss, Love, Pets, Reflection, Sad | Tagged , , , , | 9 Comments

Welcome Home

Posted on May 18, 2019 by oldmainer

I originally wrote and posted this in 2014. I offer it again today in celebration of Memorial Day, honoring those who have served and sacrificed that I may be free. ………………. She sits alone before the massive windows of the … Continue reading →

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Living Through

Posted on May 13, 2019 by oldmainer

I am still wrestling with the recent loss of my beloved wife.  It is still early.  I understand that.  It is still a raw and open wound.  Too fresh to have begun healing.  Still bandaged in grief. They say there … Continue reading →

Posted in Aging, Compassion, Death, Fear, Friendship, Future, Life, Loss, Love, Marriage, Memories, Perspective, Reflection, Relationships, Sad, Tribute | Tagged , , , , | 6 Comments