A Desire For the Lost

A Desire My decaying, crumbling, lost kingdom for one last safari into the jungles of life and the living, in order to seek out, to search for, to hunt for all that once was, that are now but elusive experiences for the aged, the indigent, the disabled, the depressed. Oh !!! but to touch, to feel, to know a meaningful relationship, just one last time, to find the same desire in one of the opposite sex that would enter upon moon beams of light and fantastic dance. These are some of the desires of the aged, the disabled, the depressed who live in a world of seclusion, who dream the illusion. This from old men without possibility or any chance of a last dance. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For the Lost There are many, many,… many dark hours, of times when one’s life is carried away, when feels the strength, the pull, when one feels he is drowning in the flood waters of his years or drowned by showers of his tears.