In Prisons Brimming With Their Tears and Lost Gold

In Prisons Brimming With Their Tears And Lost Gold Where does man heal his tired soul when old, in black castles brimming with sad tears and gold? Along rivers that ooze of his stinging dark pains, imprisoned in shades of his misery and stains. Lord knows we made our foul and blackened beds filled them with savage cuts in our hard heads! While we danced with world's greatest deceivers in our shallow joys, begged we to be receivers! Now our wicked souls cry for that sweet kindness rare gems we cheerfully tossed away in our blindness O' how we now beg to be given greater goals such that will never again tarnish our weeping souls. Where do bad men redeem broken spirits when old in prisons brimming with their tears and lost gold? Robert. J. Lindley, 4-23-2016 Note- Finished today, original started in May 1986...( a fragment) Titled -- Dreams and Memories Lost, A Sad Look Back. PARTS 1,2, and 3 This is part one. Parts two and three are both fragments-to be finished before I die-- if my muse leads me to the water to thus drink again..