Right Turns Hard Times
David J Walker
Only a scooter as if
a Scooter
was just a toy
The memory disguised
as an errant thought
Brought tears of joy
To a man returning to a boy
Before he could possible
die alone at home again and again
Alone becomes his synonym for a
A European Fone
Disconnected from
a forgotten number
Written on discarded paper
Memories default into faultiness
Thoughtless defaults into
a sign of senselessness
The old the deaf and blind
Await whatever is nameless
but next
The blind man on the scooter
Stopped at the corner
perplexed
But still attempts to fit in and
Cannot comprehend
The times and how behind
He has become
The scooter turns the corner
And he is gone
This image of me, now so many years later
each year looking, I’ve found some imperfection
Mirror-mirror, why should I ask - my time won't last,
peering into you, gray now, not young only faultiness,
years passing, why my image in my mirror
should have creaked by, each year looking
will my image fade in front of my Looking glass
I did Love being strong, young, only gray I see
so now seeing time as if it stood still each time,
touching this image onto my glass of memories past
wrongs, rights, scars, lifetime stories untold all mine
My life has found its way full circle to gray, at last
things I see now in my looking glass,
are all part past, present, future, why I’m handsome
graceful, I see each year in me, as if with class
so I will leave my mark, love, to touch someone
Follow me into the abyss
Lower me into the well
Drink of my hopelessness
Swim into my faultiness
Swallow your pride
Take another stride
You’ll never make it out alive
To conquer you should at both ends the candle burn
By leaps and bounds seek long to sojourn
In the arena of knowledge imbibe from every stream
Lend an ear to your flaws,don't be so swift to overesteem
You would later eventually society confront
Malefactor throngs from all edges affront
The road of success is not of any thorns devoid
Pursue unpretentious learning and haughtiness avoid
Don't your teachers attempt to clone
Make a carbon copy of them or their image atone
We cheatingly have treasured our own strains and weakness
Superbly camouflaged them and denied our faultiness
If despite all,you sense you the plateau reached
Bowing out would quell our gusto to teach.
This image of me, now so many years later
each year looking, I’ve found some imperfections
Mirror-mirror, why should I ask - my time won't last,
peering into you, gray now, not young only faultiness,
Years passing, why my image in my mirror
should have creaked by, each year looking
will my image fade in front of my Looking glass
I did Love being strong, young, only gray I see
So now seeing time as if it stood still each time,
touching this image onto my glass of memories past
wrongs, rights, scars, life time stories untold all mine
My life has found it's way full circle to gray, at last
Things I see now in my looking glass,
are all part past, present, future, why I’m handsome
graceful, I see each year in me, as if with class
so I will leave my mark, "love" too touch someone
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