****** IN PUDDLES

Waking up to the west wind blowing in again ,same direction another day,begin just to be lost in the fray

Seemed we were just shivering, now shudder to feel the pain shining as it's heat tempers all souls

Dawn again ,new light should bring strength but  now exposes pain,emotions left open for all to survey

Many mentors once stood tall ,time and again we watched them fall,are they replaced or we take over those roles

What remained hidden in the night ,left alone afraid to fight,can the next visions bring something good our way

New mail nothing to regale ,just a bustle of bills to add to the ills ,the weight is great as it grows

Everyone or everything walking on or bouncing off of me has left deep bruises,victim or naivete

Will life still matter if I don't know my own fate,but internally I am not left with hate it just brings us to new lows

****** in puddles just to watch the ripple is this what it has all come down too,  pushing upward,outward to keep from decay

Were we meant to play on main street or stand out of the way  ,maybe always knowing we would end up in the alleyways

So are we left howling at the moon just to hide from noon,does it all remain hidden or will it meet us halfway . R.C.