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…