June 8, 1992 - On the Beach

MIDLife

If ever a time to mourn be here
Tis now, alas, today
I fear,
My youth be gone, a weary trail,
of hopes and dreams
that near all fail.
Careless moments, still so clear
Wasted, wonted all on fear.
The past renewed in dreams de jour
corrected, perfected
evermore.
Waste not another day go by
Get up and live
and do not cry,
Of times gone by your weary head
Count ye blessings
now, instead.
Midlife is ne'er a time to cry
Get on with it
before you die.

AGAIN

a spurious cry
of despair
and pain
misunderstood
with blame
and fault,
born of greed
and speculation
without warrant
of trial
or counsel
only to break
the bond
of trust
once again.

LIFE

petals

fall from the blossom
to the ground
and rest beside the seed
of its womb
to nourish
and strive
in the sand
for another life
of splender
and breath
surviving only
for the sake of beauty
and truth
and fragrance
of a flower.