Ashes of youth blow forlorn into the wind.
Adulthood, youth's personal Armageddon.
Crisis accomplices.
Apocalyptic horses.
Fiery manes.
Childhood's oblivion.
Never again,
Human condition hopes.
For should the wildest mustangs steal sensibility and recognition.
May shall be so woefully returned to infancy.
With hair of an air of serious grey.
Sodden underwear.
Memories lost.
Those of the long-term past may linger a while, pointing the gnarled finger labelled dementia,
Vaguely, but cruelly into the air.
Forgotten in moments.
The visiting wife.
She who provided such trouble and strife.
Not long ago was the love of your life.
Sporting a forbidden aura of just couldn't cares.
The one who was sadly no longer there.
(c)Livvi