Ka-Pwing

forgotten sound of a father's voice, only a fond memory of English Leather, faces of children not one's remembered, melancholia captioned, while snared in long wars bereft of true glory, cordite charred, world weary, heavy hearted, heavy handed, heavy lidded, minutes whip past like a lash on raw skin, gilded ages burst like flack, eons too much when unwelcome too little too soon, moments spent like carnival tokens, spin cycle of life a kaleidoscope swoon, awaken to dotage, snippets of melodies riffing toe tapped, younger days, younger legs, when life was as simple as a pair of rubber soled shoes, leg tapped, tap away.