Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Moth at the Light

Though I knew it was wrong, this fight I'd not fight. 
Flocking back to old thoughts: a moth at the light.

Unquestioning regrets in a questionable state
Restless and confused on the off-course of my fate.

Suddenly spinning, as a plane plummets down
Mute as a mime with the frown of a clown.

A years-old scab to be pick pick pick picked
symptoms surrounding the still uncured sick.

Though I knew it was wrong, this fight I'd not fight. 
Flocking back to old thoughts: a moth at the light.


Both Ways

When I was your age I walked to school - uphill, both ways.
When it snowed I was cold,
when it rained I was wet.
when the sun was out we were soaked in sweat.

When I was your age you had to talk to folks - really talk, and listen too.
There wasn't "awkward",
no tech to hide in.
When your elders spoke you made sure to listen.

When I was your age I met my love - courted and married, just so.
No singles event,
no internet sites.
You just got out and found what's right.

When I was your age we went off to war - for God, for country.
We were strong over there,
we were strong over here
After such dark skies, you know what's clear.

When I was young I struggled and fought - I had ups, I had ups!
But I had downs too,
and I made my way.
Maybe it's unclear what I'm trying to say

What I'm trying and trying really to say - to be frank, to be more clear,
is my life has been hard
yours is going to be too.
But if I've made it this far, so can you.