Just Walk Away
Near forty years, I plied my craft,
Anticipated each new day.
Indeed, most nights, I would have laughed
To think that I’d just walk away.
I delved in magic in my time
I plumbed the depths with cryptic codes
With methods compact and sublime
Though oft I kicked against the goads.
Perfection sought though rare attained
Oft disallowed by time constrained
But O those moments, when obtained
A glimpse of pure, of the unstained
Down through the years, far in the past,
In tongues not spoken, scarcely seen,
We wrangled bits, locations cast
And other crimes, dark and obscene.
I often raged ‘gainst the machine
And failed to quell its savage breast.
Long seemed the spans, far in between
To outcomes daemons, grudging, blessed
’Twas these brief times, joy-filled, I yearned
That brought me, wanting, back for more
Full knowing where I’d soon return:
Depression’s edge, despair’s dark door
This wondrous game of love and hate
Near forty years I played this well
And never did my hunger sate
‘Twixt heaven’s gate and depths of hell
Yet here I stand, I do not feel
The draw, the tug upon my soul
I wonder how that passion, zeal
Just disappeared, yet left no hole
The Lord has blessed me with my bride
With strolls in country green and fair
With stories, small ones at my side,
With fellowships, to cherish, share
And so I find it curious
To have invested so much time
Most certain, not injurious
And yet, to walk and chase a rhyme…
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