Sometimes the words mean what they say,
and sometimes they don’t
Sometimes the feelings rot and decay,
and sometimes they won’t
Sometimes the vision is based on your sight,
and sometimes it’s not
Sometimes your hope is based on a dream,
and sometimes forgot
Sometimes the face is someone you know,
and sometimes it’s different
Sometimes a home is where you must go,
and sometimes it’s distant
Sometimes the flag is meant to be waved,
but sometimes you can’t
Sometimes your anger you try to enslave,
but sometimes you rant
Sometimes the meaning gets caught between lines,
and sometimes it doesn’t
Sometimes a verb will ****** a noun,
and sometimes a dozen
Sometimes the day surrenders to night,
when nobody’s watching
Sometimes the night forces sinners to pray,
as destiny’s stalking
What’s old again new, all time to eschew,
both past and then future
As reasons demand what excuses command,
the ending unsutured
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)