Nowadays I don’t know what is worse
The ghostly past or marching future
Or for better or worse, the uncertain now
That i write in this verse, to make sense somehow
But I realize under its echoing peal
Scars of yesteryear that will never heal
And perhaps I am losing my way?
As it only hurts more with each passing day
Thro these coming years I’ll wander alone
Far beyond anything that I’ve ever known
Scars that were healed are torn once more
But always nature’s doings I’ll adore
And once my journey has reached its bourn
I reckon no one will be there to mourn
For a stranger I have become to any and all
And so to my tired grave I’ll crawl
1/1/2023