After all is said and done
And today is just a memory
I’ll look and laugh
And nod and sigh
And think it strange
To have tossed and worried
Hoped and Prayed
For so familiar an ending..
Morning Dawns
The City rises
Sweeping out the webs of the mind
With well known brooms
The moans of mine life’s beginning
Echoed with waves of ecstasy
Smiling faces dramatizing ‘er me
Tossing my nascent soul at long swings
And my over jealous father
Unwilling to let me be played upon!!!!
Along the windings of the homily streets
The memories stilloped and prayedHoped a strive to linger…
Of myself who stood fearless
In stagnant yet growing life
Well knowing of my rights to choose
But still opting to malinger!!!!!!!
The mid-day sun is strong and bright
Once guiding me find the paths of light
But in the deftly corners of conscience
The darkness tends to conceal all faces…
The sun goes down
As dusk closes near
Turning memories into long harbored fear
The chance to do and act- again gone by
I turn.. Climb the stairs… and sigh!!
Too long a day
I turn and say
Ain’t anyone listening to it?
I yawn and shake my head in despair….
Evening’s come
The moon reminds
With such a grin
That wipes the laughter from my chin
The choice to act again passed by……
Bed waits
Its time to sleep
To gather strength
To live again
The memories that I keep!!!!!!!!!
And I die the way I was born
Eyelids oscillating ‘tween the depths of dark
Sometimes shadows of feeble light
Struggling with a honest new beginning
And again an end in a second…..
