a few minutes ago,
I wrote a poem like I have not before,
On my tablet with touch screen, touched
the wrong part now never to be seen, titled
A Lifetime,
no rock is small enough to crawl under,
no lightening bright enough to dull the thunder,
of You Fool!

Here is what I remember:

There were drops of tears,
like a waterfall, suddenly appeared,
decades to here,
wading it is clear, through Canadian geese crap,
may as well been typing with my ugly toes,
my fingers just deleted another rant,
with my failures, to just walk away,
from hope - less criticism equals math formulae,
matters not, the words would not win your time,
it would be better, a picture in pantomime,
on your doorstep, for what remains of A Lifetime.

Now sleep falls, please lightly,
take me deep, and not politely,
wrest from me, my will,
to stay far away, i beg, i pray,
meet me as i am.