Grey and Old
I have never seen so much human kindness...
In all my days;was it my own selfish blindness?
Looking threw the corridors of my mind.
It may be the path chosen I could not find.
Enchanted moments of giggling and laughter.
What was I missing for or was I after?
Perhaps I talked to much and wonder...
Forgot the joy and chose cheap talk and thunder.
I'm sitting here so hampered in shame and alone.
Imagining developing this certain new tone.
For you have all entered my tortured heart.
You have handed me your keys and given me a start.
Beneath the sunlit sky across an ocean bay.
I'm stunned by your stance and so rendered to stay.
A darkened soul sits before the dimmer nights.
An enlightened soul stands before your sights.
Was it a friend holding my hand;saving my soul?
Inhaling the grateful breath of life:
When a journey to a destiny is just to turn
Grey and Old...
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