“ Years ” ~ of living’s best ~

Years dying away

Some of living’s best,

Yet far too many

Years full of life

Aversely put to rest,

In the ensuing dark

Leaving held memory

Barely time to wrest,

From obscurity’s quest!

 

“ Now You’re Here ” ~ too soon you’re gone ~

 

Now you’re here,

Tho far too soon

You’re gone,

Leaving no reason

To the surrounds,

Save suggest year

Had but one season

Rather unclear,

Seen fulltime grey

With baleful demons,

No longer able

Kept at bay,

And so fate chose

You disappear,

To not extend

You suffer appear,

Another morrow’s day!