Jun 2017
The years are absent from my world
taken harshly by my foe
though survived, because I’m here
they are gone from memory
ruins stand where I was
remnants standing against the tide
these I honor for what they are
a trailing path behind my back
there are the voids in the years
the wheel has turned, that’s it way
months to years, then decades
all that time my spirit strayed
back to the foe, the bold brigand
slinking through the long shadows
removing what was his to give
from the board of life’s bequests.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170606.
taken harshly by my foe
though survived, because I’m here
they are gone from memory
ruins stand where I was
remnants standing against the tide
these I honor for what they are
a trailing path behind my back
there are the voids in the years
the wheel has turned, that’s it way
months to years, then decades
all that time my spirit strayed
back to the foe, the bold brigand
slinking through the long shadows
removing what was his to give
from the board of life’s bequests.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170606.
The poem “Bold Brigand” is about a companion all have in their lives. Many of my friends are under thirty, and they have a different relationship with the entity that’s now becoming my adversary.
