Poetry (4)

If life had offered you the life
That you’d been hoping for,
You could have put an end to strife
And danced…

It used to be you had a lot to say,
And that regardless of your brainless will,
Now each prophetic word has run away,
And all…

The only truth you’ll ever know
Is that within your head,
So let your praising others go
And fete…

And all your shining days have come to this –
This midnight walk through shallow pools of dew.
And, though you much dislike to reminisce,
The burning…

And, even if you say what’s not been said,
But tie this life up in a perfect bow,
That shall not silence those to come. Instead,
They’ll leave…

And now at longest last you’re up-to-date
With all the many things you’d left undone
And like the look of this completed state
And think…

You want to keep your mind alive –
To keep it turning round –
And so you track down plants that thrive
And dig…

You wonder if your mind has gone,
Is on its long way out
Or should in fact be moving on
Since that’s…

And, if you understand the word or not,
That doesn’t change your footing in the least;
You’re still the very bearer of your lot,
And be…

And, when you hear a hammer strike a nail
Or sawteeth biting into seasoned wood,
There’s something in those sounds which cannot fail
To echo…