The Spartan king Leonidas and his companions devoting themselves to death. ‘The Elders’ by John Creekmore The Society November 21, 2022 Beauty, Poetry 14 Comments . The Elders I watched them wilt, I watched them fade, I watched them pass In the evening shade, And now I tread The path they trod, Having walked the walk For seventy odd, And though I know The course is set, The darkness has not Claimed me yet. I do not bid it, But I do not shy, For the elders showed me How to die. . . John Creekmore is a 77-year-old retired human services worker. He was born and grew up in Norfolk, Virginia and now lives in nearby Suffolk. He was previously published in The Mindfulness Bell, The Lyric, The Road Less Taken and The Westward Quarterly. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 14 Responses Russel Winick November 21, 2022 I like this. Quite poignant. Reads much like a Langston Hughes poem. Thank you! Reply John Creekmore November 22, 2022 Thanks. If you can remind people of the greats, it may mean you should continue the work. Reply Tonia Kalouria November 21, 2022 Love this, John. Simple, profound, poignant. Reply John Creekmore November 22, 2022 Thanks. I try to keep it simple. What good is a poem if the general public can’t understand it? Reply Paul Freeman November 21, 2022 I’ve spent much time in sub-Saharan Africa where elders are still revered and respected for the wisdom that comes (hopefully) with longevity, so for me this simple yet complex composition is on the money. Thanks for the read, John. Reply John Creekmore November 22, 2022 Thanks. Glad you inserted that parenthetical “hopefully.” Thus far I have managed to be old without being an old fool. Thus far. Reply Janice Canerdy November 21, 2022 This seventy-year-old is moved by this powerful, creative poem! Reply John Creekmore November 22, 2022 Thanks. Three score and ten can be a lot better than it used to be. Reply Norma Pain November 21, 2022 Thank you for this clear and simple acceptance of the inevitable, poem John. It cannot be too nasty on the other side as the vast majority of humanity have not returned….. as far as we know!! Reply John Creekmore November 22, 2022 Thanks. Well, this trip is time sensitive, as we all know. But if we are attentive, life will give us clues as to how to bear it. Reply g.KayeNaegele November 21, 2022 Very poignant. It reminds me how thinking and perceptions change as the decades pass. Moving and well done. Reply John Creekmore November 22, 2022 Thanks. I was a social worker in a chronic disease hospital for 12 years. It left its mark on me. Reply C.B. Anderson November 25, 2022 Sometimes, John, I’m in the mood for some very abrupt, very clipped verse, and this is one of those times. You made your points, and you jabbed us well. Reply John Creekmore November 29, 2022 Thanks. Sometimes brevity says more than wordiness Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.