In the labyrinth inside my mind, Sometimes my thoughts get lost. I search down long dark tunnels Where old memories are tossed Like antiques in the attic, that I can’t bear to throw away Saved forever just in case I need them again some day!
And as I age these memories Show up at the strangest times But there is no one there to talk to So I turn them into rhymes And hope some day that someone Might discover them and see That my poems are about my life My poems are ‘bout me!
When age finally blocks the tunnel - I no longer can break through And I’m trapped inside with memories And nothing left to do But stare out through the window Or at the closed front door, Know I’m still inside the labyrinth And I wish I’d written more! Phil Lindsey 9/14/15