Evaluation

I was only eight when Everything significant began to fall This is my euphimism for gall I did not know then that regret Or despair was another way to say Love does not bring joy at all. Life is such a sentimental mess! Perhaps Charlie could have told me He was the brighter one But he vanished too when his mother Moved to a better place And I never trusted peer again. To be free Is not to trust at all. Things flee And part of you is lost in infinity. This is my reason for being marginal About friendships and funerals I have lost nephew, father, brother, sister, son mother When I did not want them gone Love keeps its own funeral in the heart And night upon nights the eulogy brings A dismal flopping of the wings Where memory rises and falls in tears It is the songs, I never play them again For while we sang nothing together They marked where my moments had been When faith was a candle in my hand And the others world such violence of wind I write the only words I believe here Others lips have tolled only my despair.