I wade across my muddy lanes
Trying hard to balance still
Weary bleeding halting steps
Who hear no more my fractured will.
Only I watch and count one by one
Magnificent kites that once had flown,
But now lie inert, here and there
Drenched in rain and broken in half.
Years of toil and glorious days
Swiftly pale to scornful laugh,
Of all who had flown but could not soar,
Happy to know the best is no more.
I steel my back and watch the brooding clouds
Awaiting the storm, to roar and pounce.
3 comments:
but is life only gloomy, weary and dismal? may be, we can expect things to look up a little now....... young Lear has grown old without living his youth......
"our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."
I cant help it if my inspiration only finds fuel in sadness gloom and such other stuff.
Aaah! Now this one sounds a bit different from your previous ones..but nevertheless...a wonderful attempt again!!
Cheers!
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