I found a shoelaceMissing a purpose-And a mouseWho didn’t respond to cheese-Thus explaining a clockWhose minutes have no need.
Light of day never faltersOr hangs in the balanceOf hatred or romanceBut what was…And the slip of the decayIs of consequenceNot of usBut what may.So to marchAnd live onLike the poetUntil it’s gone.
It’s not real But desired.
Make my day.
For being lostWho is to know?With so many forksWhere to go?And with every stepTiredness creepsBeyond the breathFaded heart beats.And the breakIn only thingsNot in forgivenessOr human beings.Just so tiredWith no way to sleepSo begs one more tearFor the Lord to keep.
Restoring harmony is not without waves...
I think love has purpose even if it’s pain. After all what else gives you so much to lose- with unbidden right to complain? Each year it’s recognized- a little more youth is lost And you add up the experience - while grimacing at the cost The bends of the mind only squeeze the heart… …
Where we’re going.. And you were gone-
The soil turns and dies As old finds new life Through worm’s work and time Or happiness and strife.
Rain from a dry storm Fall like bits of honesty And regret Like a bath... And you fill the beginning Or the end Of Remembrance And wrath