Sometimes I long
and other times
I miss while
others I desire
but really most
I don’t deserve
having for far
too long sat
at the table
not only satisfying
but gorging like
a starving animal
on winters dead
and now this
this my penance
my exile from
this land now
turned into spring
I remain huddled
close closer still
to my sins
Category: Poetry
MyEasy
Some days I do
most days I don’t
which is very different
than it was before
before that’s all that
I wanted thought about
looked and settled for
but now after that
after all of that
now after the dust
settled I can see
that for what it
was no longer seeing
it for what I
thought that it might
while at first hard
now it’s my easy
Pension
Most of my friends
now live far away
except for the one
for whom I moved
closer to be near
he him that one
has known me since
college and I like
a pension is his
to keep to spend
and to enjoy throughout
the rest of his
and my life he
and I being both
besties and our retirement
Ages
Having acquired most
and experienced more
I am left
now to wonder
is this it
I’m done traveling
to distant places
exploring new cultures
learning new lives
I’ve had tragedies
and my triumphs
and now I
wonder if life
at this age
belongs to reminiscence
and why then
if that’s so
is life cruel
for the gaiety
that youth was
should never be
remembered just as
this now old
age back then
could never ever
have been imagined
life you should
not make one
age responsible to
ever even think
about the other
Love#347
Love is
as love
does and
never as
love wants
