Days gone graying

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.