There In the Fast Fading Shadows of Looming Dusk
There In The Fast Fading Shadows Of Looming Dusk
There in the fast fading shadows of looming dusk
emptiness sighing as space in an empty husk
broken only by the dark whispering of Fate
and swirls of wind playing savage tunes of- "too late",
Dare I, to enter through its harsh welcoming door
attempting to deny that gaping hole life tore
or remain here to feel coming of midnight blues
assume courage, to fight in a better man's shoes!
Woe the poorer choices in this life we must make
to seize the fleeting moment or else bake a cake
whilst waiting for saving grace that oft does not come
hoping and finding, the gain is less than the sum,
Shall I, step back and deny this dark, dooming hour
beg heart and soul to again gift that awesome power
or else just flip a coin, let Fate again decide
renew life or else in emptiness again hide?
Dare I, to enter through its harsh welcoming door.
Attempting to deny that gaping hole life tore.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-25-2021
Rhyme, ( From, In for a penny, in for a pound )
Note: Truly blessed are those that have never had
to face such adversity in life. That which youth is
almost always incapable of making the correct decision.
Wherein greater wisdom was demanded and youth had
not yet gained such. And sometimes never does...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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