My Living Wall

The pix so scattered, young and old some of fond memos, long ago ageless encounters, some so-so, the wall seems cluttered ~ overload! Pix can come down ~ be changed, we grow and those forgotten, in books fold are somehow keepsakes ~ to enfold, as mind's grow weary ~ nail's still hold! But then, in truth, the space still shows of missed concerns, life can't control no mention of words left unsaid or spoken harshly ~ lost ~ love's fled! The solace in my mind retreat an empty yearning not complete the total outcast of defeat in cruelties bounty ~ numbed repeat! Where are the moments we can't meet in truce, not agitation's ford will someday sit and stare ~ impede the joyful interlude's accord! Forget the wall, to my own feet must make an effort to be bold, that friend, or loved one, years not seen will once more cherish ~ time not scold! My living wall, I know will keep it is my mind ~ needs the upsweep!