I’ve journeyed
Thru a life
Of many paths,
But until now
Had marginalized
Times illusive avow
In future said to last,
That moves at speed
To ever looming past,
As memory goes soft
Aiming to exploit alas,
Where finds one lost
In the fixed unknown,
Of a trip that twists
Over downward
Tilting bend,
Where bedim of elation
Be the road’s end,
In a different journey
Started from within,
Save be a singular voyage
Meant to set free of chagrin,
The while making ones amends!
‘Tis but the hand
Of skeptics,
Would impart
Their cryptic seed,
That germinates
Its sorry feed,
Said instigates
Worn pessimism,
While in the face
Of man’s betrayal,
Stirs cynics wide
That so impedes
Ones trust naïve,
Thus to deride
Man’s consciousness
Of earth’s demise,
Who callous to amends
Suffers life’s fleeting bide!
Will I be there
As I intend,
With ample time
For a lost friend,
He of a mind
Did one day pen
Might find amends…
I seek to find,
Not in a state
To care too late ,
But wits aware
To so repair,
Purpose aligned
Those years ago,
Since undermined…
Tho life bids want,
Care but suggests
To not long dwell
The depths of hell,
Save there be more
Of lived before,
A friendship set adrift
Yet not quite vanished!
Poetry on a Canapé 