Waiting for the waning
Of the smog of sorrow,
Feast of what we’re feigning
Least of all – tomorrow
Burdened in the building:
Debits, damned, debating —
Gunny sacks for guilding,
Wondering and waiting
Once upon a lonely byway,
There, a long-forgotten highway,
Walked a boy who wasn’t certain,
Certain about many things
Once impassioned, now embittered,
Garbage from the past had littered,
Littered all with grief, and hurting,
Hurting laced in everything
There a palace long abandoned
Sat half-buried in the sand, and
Tumbleweed and force decaying,
He walked by without a look
Once upon a life worth living
Death came young, without forgiving,
Giving any chance of staying,
Staying here, within the book.
To your days, then, now attend:
All must leave us, in
The end
To share is human:
