"So Little"
I think, I wonder, oft times, I see. And still I wonder. How can this be? The world's in a turmoil all around me. And I in my hell think how can this be! How can one creature mean anything! When I have laid down, all I have to bring. When I am gone, will the world morn me? Have I given, so little that it should harm, me! bjd 1965
"the innkeeper" I find in times when life is less than kind. When doubts and fears over shadow all our years. Some friendly places that renew my faith in all mankind. To see through the trials of needs and wants the paths of tears. That find but in this heart of hearts the written word. Songs of joy visions to deploy just waiting to be heard. A voice unheard a face unseen to find a friend upon a screen. bjd 6-1-97
"Forever, Onward!" Time ruffled around the edges, making havoc of all our pledges. Wrinkles on your once smooth brow. makes you stop and wonder how? When in your empty cup is dregs, and unstilled aching sears your legs. The pounding of an over used brain. My! God! Can I still stand the strain? And suddenly you understand, just how it was envisioned, planned. How unspent youth, in callow rage, can't tolerate advancing age. Belittled and much maligned, advancing onward as if timed. Like ink upon a still white page, forever, onward advancing age! bjd started 8.5.86 finished 6.2.97
"...To Maturity" Tired muscles scream, advancing age is not a dream. Neck, shoulders, hips and thighs, Oh! No! that's not a lover's sighs. I've often wondered, thought just why. I can't see without, bicfocals on my eye. Maturity that golden age. Alas my life is just one page. In reckless youth I squandered time. And all the while, the world was mine. I window shopped while the world sped by. Never thinking that I might die. Maturity, that learned sage. Has writ again upon my page. A half century plus, has now flown by. The marks of age show more than in my mind's eye. In truth and reruns. I turn the page. God's practical joke, advancing age. bjd 10-27-97
"The Tarnishing" In my mind are prison walls I find I wander down the halls. Thinking of the now and then. While searching for the how and when. I love, I know, what happens now? I want, I know, what happens then? I want to touch, can you tell me how? Will I get my wish? The end is when? Love is the key that locks my soul. Calm as the water in a crystal bowl. Filled beneath with trembling wakes. A look or touch is all it takes. Sound and fury I find today, while looking for a place to play. The quest upon which I once embarked, tis viewed by all to be a lark. Once again in childish glee, I revealed the another side of me. I have found this path becoming tainted, my armour dented, the paint is faded. And in the hoar frost light of dawn, I find my spirit, bent and brittle. I stand and wait my sword not drawn. My mind and statue now seem so little. I ponder the outcome, my actions have contrived. I wonder, will my heart and soul this time survive. bjd 11-97
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