Days gone graying
—
An old man’s notice
Trivial tinges without
Fixating on things
Yet new spring holds fast
Bright green foliage turns bright
Effervescing light
Aptly piercing spurts of
Hope for a better next time
Passing a tin cup,
Help me hand raises
Lost tears burned dry the eyes cry:
His name was love, once
On the stripped cot
Alas the last gasp….
All that claims his flesh leaves the
Dream that held his soul
©2011 j.a.o.a.
An old man’s notice
Trivial tinges without
Fixating on things
Yet new spring holds fast
Bright green foliage turns bright
Effervescing light
Aptly piercing spurts of
Hope for a better next time
Passing a tin cup,
Help me hand raises
Lost tears burned dry the eyes cry:
His name was love, once
On the stripped cot
Alas the last gasp….
All that claims his flesh leaves the
Dream that held his soul
©2011 j.a.o.a.