“ Contentment ” ~ an enviable reality ~

I’ve so far lived

What may have been,

The in between

Something akin,

To sporadic measures

Of wistful pleasure,

Agleam wouldst seem

Alluding to contentment,

Said be for most

Achieved in but a dream…

                                                                                   

Till now were times

I anxious to find,

This world abide,

Shared altruistic life

Might yet be mine…

 

Hence set behind

A past held fast,                                                         

I’d want be blind      

To feminine acuity,                                                       

Whose wisdom such                                                                        

Would foster love,           

Thru fate’s modality

Beyond the in-between,

A relevant contentment,

Be thus an enviable reality!

“ The Face ” ~ he’d known ~

I see the face,

A crowded place

That tells of life,

Would indicate

A past so filled,

Yet but depicts

A slightest trace

Of puerile days,

To hoary layers

Of crinkly grace,

Time so risks take

What’s left to hold

That offers hope

For man so bold,

To skirt a while

His resting place,

And he not find

The face he’d known

Now buried neath

A senescent waste!