We held hands and promised
To grow old together,
To laugh at our follies,
And to cry at our mistakes.
It was the promise of a dream
To wait together for the sunset,
A dream that was shattered
When one hand had to let go.
We held hands and promised
To grow old together,
To laugh at our follies,
And to cry at our mistakes.
It was the promise of a dream
To wait together for the sunset,
A dream that was shattered
When one hand had to let go.
Bubbles shimmer
And my life glints;
Some float in quickly,
Wink and blink in a trice.
Plain and nondescript,
They are the dull routines
Of my mundane life.
Some sparkle green
And waft towards me
As time and seasons passed.
My heart leaps up
At sprightly Springs
In refreshing hues,
At lush Summers
Fully blossomed,
At mellow Autumns
In ripe fruition,
And at pristine Winters,
At once brilliant and gray,
Burying memories.
But my soul opens
At the rainbow-splattered bubbles
Dancing towards me.
I try to snatch these-
My hopes and dreams.
But many dart away
Out of my grasp!
But I am rife with hope
To snare and trap
My rainbow bubbles
Of fulfilled dreams.
A silver strand gleamed
On my black woollen coat;
The static made it cling!
I gazed in wonder
How it winked in spots
Where a black strand would’ve
Shown shades of brown
On inky background.
I looked in the oval mirror-
I saw a white-backed skunk
In place of my head!
Shades of gray and silver
Covered the top of head,
Black swathes radiating
Points from the middle.
Below black took over
With strands of silver
Streaking undergrowth,
Defining my head
In ombre color scheme.
I saw my youth drop black
While gleaming gray
Took over with age,
Letting me acknowledge
The passage of time
And mutability.
The sere fallen leaves
And the shattered broken fence
Witness waning life.
The rocks, dank and dark,
By ev’rgreens and year-end grass
Take forboding stance.
Like sheep in a meadow,
We are herded, mute ‘n servile,
In foggy terrain.
The scaly serpent writhes
Amid rough and tumbled rocks.
Lord God made them all!
I live upon thorns
To feed on bitter berries,
And yet, life goes on.
By the gnarled, bleached tree
And the weathered rocky crags,
The green of hope grows!