NoLongerBull

So what does one

Do with all the

Dreams not yet fulfilled

When does one stop

After having lost my

Love of a lifetime

I decided to charge

Like a raging bull

Into a colosseum chock

Full of unsuspecting matador’s

Flinging them this way

And that only to

Find that I’m no

Less angry and disappointed

And now in another

New town and place

I begin to wonder

Do I put away

My horns and frustration

And simply graze contentedly

On the far forty

Acres enjoying the view

And become just one

More of the many

Put out to pasture

GettingOld

Why does the idea

Of mortality only strike

The old what about

Age makes one think

That it’s running out

Just think about that

What makes young and

Inexperienced charge at life

While when we’re older

We duck for cover

What is it that

The young have and

That we older lost

What causes ones surrender

You’d think that experience

Would make generals of

Us all plotting scheming

But instead we watch

As the young weaponized

Only with sword and

With verve launch themselves

Into an unforgiving army

Of humanity while the

Rest of us older

Ones reminisce of our

Once head long charges

Why don’t we fight

Like our younger comrades

For what we want

It’sNotNot

The hardest thing

To face is

That you’re not

Not going to

Be not going

To have not

Going to keep

And not going

To get so

What do you

Do with a

Life that is

Missing things you

Sit and you

Count your blessings

For all of

The marvelous things

That you do

Have did and

Loved and you

Allow those memories

To fly freely

CreateYourWorld

Oh how I wish

That we lived in

A perfect world a

World filled with happiness

And joy and peace

But we simply don’t

Rather we live in

A world of despair

Of heartbreak and heartache

Of loneliness and abandonment

Our real job therefore

Is as simple as

That single beach child

Creating a world with

Shovels buckets and sand

WhatIMissMost

Know what I miss

What I miss most

Now please don’t laugh

Because this thing that

I miss is personal

What I miss most

Is your breathing specifically

Your breathing as it

Changes from awake to

Sleeping for you see

In that precise moment

When in and out

Changes to aaah mmmm

I know that then

You are in the

Arms of dream angels