it seems no matter which way I goes
I'm never much further in than my toes
always feeling left out
and having self-doubt
but I guess that's just how the wind blows.

“To touch great loneliness
is to be lonely”
or so they think

“Such things rub off in ruin”
so they say

Or does fear think at all?

Avoidance of approval's wince
Reading shadows wrong

as startled, leaping splotches
scatter-flat
Then drool down walls
in wakeful pools
Relief dissolved
in wee-hours black

Missing life at the threat....

As if there were somewhere else to be!

The knowing of it all would be the curse
Except for carving little hopes from realish dreams

Where once the mourning woman felt
the treasured, fearless touch of one
who laid his sorrow 'cross her knees

Forgetting all-- but love

Nothing more to do when all is lost
But watch the birds and buds emerge
by swollen streams

But speak your mind
But wait and see

It's the downhill
of time-- mine-
I pause and I ponder
while daylight still has a little shine

too soon the last rays
of evening will set in
dusk's shadows will spread
their wings and my hopes will wear thin

each individual life
where lies its worth?
I count the years
the past I unearth

and this I say to myself:
I'm old and worn but still alive
nothing shall come in between
while I struggle and strive

to find the meaning of it all
during the last days of my life
to set the wrong to right
my avowed ideals to revive

and not to allow despair
to sink deep into my heart
rather chart a new path
like youth making a fresh and bold start

I'll not fail and my spirit
from the ruins of the past
shall resurrect and wholesome
I'll become.  Now, I'll say  it's not the last

but the glorious crossover
to the Brave New World where
the downhill of time shall be reversed
this in absolute faith I dare declare.

A dead, callous soul addresses the pundits
Another fiction for the public to erupt
Never trust
And forget that there are those of us
Who still give a ****
And believe in a world where we can change the game
in the name of love

When our story's over
The last chapter and final page
We'll look back and will remember
Those happy and glory  days.

We were young and filled with laughter
Living wild and fancy free
Not a care nor thought
Of what would ever come to be.

We now have grown much wiser
Still we have our past regrets
But that's what we call learning
Lessons we will not forget.

But now we are contented
We live our lives with ease
Here within our neighbourhood
Surrounded  by the trees.

Now we move a little slower
Our health it is a bind
Then we are not complaining
For we had those happy times.