In my forty-sixth year
I have learned to stay clear
of the pitfalls which once
befell me
Lessons I've learned
as the years burned
have turned out
to warn me
the voice in my head
quells urges to tread
where once it seemed
I ran blindly
perspectives have changed
like land after the rains
have rushed by and scoured
it dry
feelings have changed
as I watch with dismay
society falling around me
the lines of the past
no longer last
blurring to a grey
hazy outline
it is claimed to be
kinder and gentler to thee
but a savageness
does underlie
all that remains
of the kindness that's claimed
cheap fascia, wrecked by the rain
gentleness does apply
to those who ask why
ignorant of their surrounds
a kick in the rear
still it appears
is truly a step forward
as I have related
these feelings belated
again the changes occur
to all I must say
thank you this day
for reading the
words from my soul
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 10:14 AM UTC
In my forty-sixth year
I have learned to stay clear
of the pitfalls which once
befell me
Lessons I've learned
as the years burned
have turned out
to warn me
the voice in my head
quells urges to tread
where once it seemed
I ran blindly
perspectives have changed
like land after the rains
have rushed by and scoured
it dry
feelings have changed
as I watch with dismay
society falling around me
the lines of the past
no longer last
blurring to a grey
hazy outline
it is claimed to be
kinder and gentler to thee
but a savageness
does underlie
all that remains
of the kindness that's claimed
cheap fascia, wrecked by the rain
gentleness does apply
to those who ask why
ignorant of their surrounds
a kick in the rear
still it appears
is truly a step forward
as I have related
these feelings belated
again the changes occur
to all I must say
thank you this day
for reading the
words from my soul
just a Sunday morning adventure with the Muses and some coffee.
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