Wednesday, October 09, 2013

Regard

I'm in a grey funk now, distressed by age,
Distracted by an aching in my tooth
And rattling bones, by all the charms of youth
Now vanished, masses of untimely rage —
I should have waited for the later stage
Where anger turns a little more uncouth
And loses all connection to the truth,
Becoming simple scratchings on a page.

Engage the extra brain cells, add some rope,
Replace the aches and rattles with regret
And nonchalance. Sometimes the sun will set
Without our noticing, and we will cope
By trading carelessness for lack of hope,
Regard for disregard. I'm glad we've met.

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