young and old
dead and dying
when did we believe we were invincible?
when did we grasp immortality?
when was it ever judged fair to lose a life
where are the ones that never returned?
why do memories fuzz and fade?
why do we forget what will always remain true?
young and old
newly born and aged beyond
dead and dying
dying and dead
and yet
there are
the ones who are dying to be dead
love me like i belong
i do not fit
but here i sit
and refuse to be removed
countless times
you’ve read it
what need more
is there to edit?
i mess up the flow
have no profound meaning to add or show
adjectives pretend to be my friends
but honestly are much too clingy
and those obnoxious adverbs affect me quite adversely
but do not…do not replace me
with those presumptuous ellipses
i do not rhyme
and have no rhythm
but i have been here so very long
so just love me
like i belong
Is it Age which has tarnished this man?
loosened his tongue?
lessened his morals?
degraded his respect?
diminished his kindness?
Has wear and tear and time done its deed?
No….only that irrepressible bitterness of life
and its thorny, barren path.
Do i hate this one now?
No, not hate…after all that has gone by…
struggled and survived.
No, not hate…no, not a lot…just a little.
Ungratefulness is a nettle-laden venom
inflaming all those who are no less weaker than you.
see how selfish one is to remember:
only his errors, his faults
his stumblings-grumblings-bumblings
his wandering and oft lost thoughts…
see how my finger points…how my words sting,
even when inside i am only hurt because
i let the finger point and the words sting…
what answer will suffice
when i encounter
the impossible?
another being
another reason
another feeling
another chance
will i realize
or will i deny
when awaiting has
only made me
persist on
all that will never occur.
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