Bluest of Blues While Looking Back

Bluest Of Blues While Looking Back All my victories have been shallow stains shadow lights bent by use of greater force. Time that culprit, shows just decayed remains of white bone set upon a stone-cut course! Looming so large once were joys in pleasures now enhanced by a vain mind's need to gloat. Truth is life was ruled by twisted measures me sailing this cold world in leaky boat! Sad thoughts, my poor soul now has so many each one holding dark, miserable keys. Life's real sweet treasures I haven't any except days fishing under shady trees! Decades have culminated in this thought. Fishing for nothing and nothing I caught. Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 104