“ Years Ahead ” ~ not an indifferent kiss ~

Years ahead to come

Ought give a choice,

More so than some

Rushed thru past life,

Without it lend a voice

To moderate the pace,

Blind so to fleeting time

Was forever on the run,

In its sad habitual chase

Of accepted rush to wait,

Living in a moribund way

As tho life be but sorry gift,

Akin to an indifferent kiss!

“ Finding One’s Legs ” ~ for walking you have left ~

You’d expect legs,

Knowing they be

More than we see

Do what one begs,

From beyond when

You knew not then,

Legs meant to carry

Shortly thereafter

We had been born,

Till body falters

Without we’d known

Legs made of bone,

Rust in wearing flesh

Yet hold their own,

Destined to walk

Or stand alone,

In just such stead,

Save loosing legs

Least not till we be dead,

Thus find no reason

To lament or beg,

Save fate chose compose

You won’t last the load,

Tho you want them back

Means to find one’s legs,

Be now cane, stick or peg

For the walking you have left!

                                                            ode to the pleasures of aging,

                                                                   and the friends who’ve arrived.

“ Lasting Friendship ” ~ an august gift ~

If perchance

Time offers say,

A laudable way

To find amity,

One may discern

That special place,

Where so decides

Life’s real worth

Be best described

As friendship…

 

Of rare occasion

Be this a present

Of euphoria,

And far beyond

One of fortuity

Be the substance,

Of an august gift…

 

Thus bestowed

Upon my life,

Be kismet,

Two score or more

Of years ago,

The wondrous joy

Of lasting friendship

I’ve cherished so,

What serendipity alas

Would have me know!

                                                ode to my friend Pierre Ste.M

“ Reaching ” ~ beyond ~

In my attempt

To reach beyond,

A stride the length

Of friendships bond,

Want but to take

Unwavering step,

To thus find place

Allegiance kept,

Composed of men

Who lost and wept,

Yet create space

They mean abide,

Blind now and then

To critical misguide,

For steps that echo

A language of regard!

“ Life Without ” ~ googleland addiction ~

Convinced I remain,

To do without

Crutch or cane,

Held to steady

Wobbles inane,

Of insecurity

Ever menacing,

Can but impede

One being free,

Chose live outside

That google spree,

In a world aside

As content absentee,

From time crippling

State of computerized,

At nerdish pace degree

Will charade thus to flee,

To their googleland addiction!

“ Yesteryears ” ~ shades of foggy grey ~

The image alters

To blur the scene

I effort reminisce,

Yet barely feel

Its familiar kiss,

Brush the mind

That finds to hear,

A voice given life

To what appears

Be now unclear,

Yet distinct enough

To witness thus,

Time’s cruel crags

Sculpt its regress,

Sufficient to recall

Days no longer near,

I’d so held dear,

While time alas chose

I’m to witness its decay,

Turn shades of foggy grey,

Where archives yesteryears!

“ While I’m Alive ” ~ teach me now ~

Teach me now

While I’m alive,

To not forget,

When I arrive

At regret’s bide,

And must endure

Spent recollect

Of someone near,

Plus fail to hear

Suffered upset,

While I now limbo

In the unclear,

Of telling ways

By one so dear

Who loved me when,

Wouldst hold until

I am no longer,

And even then!