Harried Hurry

Slipping and sliding along Downhill days of later life Rushing headlong madly With nought to do I think of you Keeping busy haphazardly sadly Frantic antics slowed reactions Thoughts awry with flustered bluster Like swarm of bees in rumble cluster Piling days of constant wrath In aggregating piles Neath slews of good intentions And aggravating smiles Stocks and stacks of special moments Crammed in black holes of ire Frustrations out in flashing torments Of all consuming fire Swimming through this world of red I stumble up the stair to bed To dream again of us