I know I'm what is called,"an old fogey."
(I prefer "Elder")
Can't help it, age dictates it.
It happens, and will happen, to most of us,
For time runs faster than we do.

I find myself reflecting on "what used to be"-
instead of "what is", "what could be", or "should be"-
"Good times, bad times", all part of living,
in an ever-changing world.

Priorities change....... daily-
Attitudes change...... daily

What we want today,
we discard tomorrow-
"What is", becomes "So what!"
"Unification", has become obsolete!''

A different work ethic..... born!

The "Rally Cry!"...
"All for one, and all for "ME!"
has become the norm........

We will answer for it................

some day!.....


copyright: richard riddle October 13, 2015

I'll hold your soul whilst you are sleeping
When star light beckons for a home
When friends are there but your left yearning
When you cant find a way back home*

We can sit drink coffee
And chat awhile
Or get drunk on red wine
And go the whole mile
Soul seeking
Life stripping friendship
And a need to connect

Blow away the blue skies
Darkness is comfortable
And I can't hold my eyes above my chin today

Hold tight sister brother
Breathe and tell
Rid yourself from the burden of the pain you carry
If only for a while

You have shared your
Naked flesh
Naked heart
Now unclothed your soul

In blood and flesh
You reside
In mind and soul
You will remember

*Come sit awhile
The star dust is falling
And you are safe here within
The sanctity of connection

sticky tar on the soles of my shoes
the smell of meat bbqing
mixed with salt air, sunscreen, and beer

air shimmers, cats and dogs shadowy lumps
under trees and deck eaves,
old women sitting wide-legged infront of fans
children darting in and out of pools,
men in singlets or bare chested,
women in sarongs and shorts....

all waiting for the afternoon breeze,
the sun to give up and leave....
and the cool of the evening to come...

From sleeping in streets to walking miles alone I have come to a direction the page just cannot follow my friends .
I have chased the bottom of a glass since I was fifteen and that was to far to be anything more than a blurred memory.

And to the times that seemed to matter.
Now only to those who haven't lived my existence a lone wolf knows no true  direction just simply howls to let the others know he does still exist.

Are words betray us and then eventually it all fades .
I'm not the act I'm the delusion that fueled a ego now left to wither a dead tree in a forest of many .

None will recall but far to many will simply use ******* when facts get in there way of a good story .

Tonight I sat under a full moon and howled as the wolves often do.

There was only silence that followed the eco .

Even the lost know there is no hope for the madness .
When your words betray you and only a dead tree remains.

Maybe another time the stars will find me in good favor .
And like those around tonight will listen and only stay silent to the lone wolfs howl.