Lost Hope !
Walking hand in hand, with beautiful Dreams,
towards moments, never to be realized, it seems.
In a state of reverie, a trance ?
With your essence, I would love to dance
the rest of my life away.
With your soul, to spend each and every day!
Not to be !, that is what you deem,
as I walk hand in hand with that Dream.
Seventy – a rocking chair and stool ?
Is this all that remains for an old fool ?,
Who thought he was once so cool.
Now, only a reflection in some stagnant pool.
Life is cruel !, it is mean !
Looking back, what has it been ?
B. J. “A” 2
February 22nd 2013