My journeys, my adventures through time
have come to you on the wings of many a rhyme.
There are delightful blisses, heart breaking sorrows,
from the past, in the here and now, in my tomorrows.
Tomorrows, being the future we may not know.
Tomorrows, promised to no one, we may not go
into that space , that place in futures time,
except for psychics, writers of prose and rhyme.
The essence of my checkered past, my history,
have come to you through many a sad story.
Ninety two volumes, in honest detail, do tell
of this foolish man, seventy three, who fell
from the walls, onto the wrong side of life’s glory,
to live out a life of ???, this be a part of my story.
The many adventures, journeys coming to an end
as I slowly saunters upon a path to the next bend.
B. J. “A ” 2
September 28th 2016
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2016