I hope… I hope that I get moved into my apartment before the end of this month I hope that I get things done at work before I get kicked out I hope that I manage to earn my degree within the next three years…

I’m already tired of funeral songs Only a few decades under my belt and yet I feel like I’ve seen too many funerals A few for the old but too many for the young and those near to me I wish I could hold tight…

inspired by this song here So much loss in losing Not so much picking it or choosing Little lifes like candles Buzzing out a tune Funeral singer bee keeping When magnets report the queen Buzzing her tune no more Pray for successions Return, return to me…

Seasons drape the shadows of life The dark corners Shade of ancient oaks They hide they protect   Armour against doubt and dread Seasons drape the shadows of life Occlusion’s illusions remain Wind borne particles scurry away   Stripped bare winter’s rough hands Steal from…

We walked by a statue every day for a hundred days never knowing what lay inside   We walked over a bridge every day for two hundred days never knowing what lay beneath   We walked under a tree every day for three hundred days…

  Life is like a bowl of cherries There goes a cow down the road I smell it I see it I hear it I touch it Might be my dinner The stars shout in exultation Jimmy Buffet in Margaritaville I do not touch it…

Each decade is a shock of revelation. True, by looking back we know we grow. We age, we laugh, we cry, we grieve, and the racing river of time does not cease. Wild hairs, fine lines that turned to wrinkles, the sagging body, the weakening…

I knew not where I traveled When I took upon the road The path was lit by moonlight Through clouds it barely showed And although I had forever Although I had the time I knew Charon asked a price Something not yet mine Ah I…

“Running out forever, It was never truly enough, Very precious time.”

I love the blog, www.iwrotethisforyou.me and it’s fancy randomizer feature over on the right hand side of the page. And so that is how I landed on the inspiration for this – poem 11 – because progress is indeed being made even if it does…