And  when  his  usefulness  had  gone.
They  just  cast  him  aside.
And  on  the  final  downhill.
He  began  to  slide.

Rejected  after  all  his  work.
Visions  now  all  gone.
He  knew  full  well  his  time  was  near.
He  knew  he  had  not  long.

As  an  old  man  disillusioned.
And  weary  from  his  fight.
He  spent  in  sad  remembrance.
His  final  lonely  night.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Perhaps many of us don't realize
  That life
Harbors secrets and lessons around every corner
  But also harbors many disappointments
Each lie spewed like venom is poison to the tongue
  But each accomplishment is sweet upon the lips
Many moments are wasted and taken for granted
  But that's not true for some
Eventually the human race will understand
  That life is just about
Fairy tales and make believe or misery and agony
  It's a bittersweet mixture of both
With dashes of hope and pinches of despair
  It's a perfect recipe
For honesty and for dares

My heart certainly goes out to you
Especially after
This year's fourth of July
When Missy
A neighbor of mine in
My hometown
Begged us to sell her a sparkler
Only one
Because her five year twins
Were bawling
In the back seat of her car
Not knowing
How hard their mom worked
Just barely
Finishing her shift for them to see the
Fireworks' finale
She was **** near in tears when we
Gave away
Three sparklers and several ground flowers
For smiles
And out of kindness
She almost
Dropped her glowing Marlboro
In surprise
A few minutes later we could see
Three lights
Waving magnificently in the dark
And I
Took a picture that will forever
Be engrained
Of three handheld fireworks
Being waved
In an exactly identical pattern
And illuminated
Smiles on a small hurting family
Struggling mothers
My heart sincerely extends to you
With sincerity
I wish to help in every way
Ever possible

I'll be the Harley Quinn
To your Joker gender bend