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!
I’ve looked back
At my surrounds,
And growing years
Hence to feel bound,
Need look again
As seems back then,
I’ve thin account
Of beauty all about
As though allure
Had been left out,
Thru failed record
On matters worth
Meant to absorb,
Yet angst insists
Ne’er be too late,
Want fixing now
To look at what I see…
Who could have known best
What beauty life held see,
Without we knew thus to invest,
That made us look at what we see!
ode to the in-depth beauty
of natures creativity!
Years fading many
Three score plus ten,
When some then
Made feel too many,
Years not living
Aversely at rest,
Somewhat uncertain
Of laurels’ best,
Save idle giving
Wanted for naught
Held put to test,
Not waste what’s left
Though at times lax,
Thru forever days
Found in the past
Inspired by youth,
In then agile way
Did call for truth,
Hoped get it right
Before enduring dark,
Bids life its last night!
Poetry on a Canapé 