Adrift on the outgoing tide
While I stood on the moonlit sands
Emotions that I couldn’t hide
Streams of tears pouring through my hands
The years we had together were kind
More than that – a fairytale come true
But when nature made up her mind
Instead of me she came and took you
So, with a vow I had promised to keep
Into the ocean your ashes swim free
As the horizon brings on the new day
A man stands alone – that’s me
I tore the pages
And threw them out the window.
Who would ever want to read this mess?
So many words of wisdom
Just out of reach
Evading, in fingertip duress.
Step back and take solace
All is not lost.
From time to time we all weep.
Then pick up the pace
In a fingertipped race
Putting words on the pages – then sleep!
The road has been long
It is time to stop and fly
Retirement acheived
It was a moth
That beat against
The window pane
It was the size
Of a hummingbird
And flew about the same
As I neared
Ever closer
Close enough to see
Was it I that saw
The moth’s reflection
Or to the moth
A reflection of me
Will envy be the cause,
For the last fighter to go down?
Will jealousy conquer,
And continue to tear lives apart?
Will fame really give solace
To those who have had none?
What of you and me?
Will our common sense prevail,
Or will the world have its way with us?
No! We have God on our side!
We have each other, too!
Life is good!
