old people

Old people

Head like a turnip

Long time you been going

Remember the good times

Tell us where you been

Show us how was done

Back before cars and lights

Fishing with a stick and a string

Help us see where you been

Take out your teeth and grin

You not have to work now...

All tired out creaky and weak

Hear with tiny speakers in your ears

See with tired eyes.

Old People

What do you know now?

Close your eyes, run and jump

Feel your first kiss

First love, first heart break

See the day I was born

Nothing but a pants wetter

Me then, you now

Old and happy as a little kid

Old people

Forget the bad

Close your eyes and fly away

Sing with the angles

We are too young to care today.

The Neophyte's Plight

There comes a space, inside of silence

Where opens there a moment

Just inside of one heart beat

A wink, a smile, a glance

While faster than a beam of light

This dwells like an aroma

Both know when it sweeps in

Afloat on billowed night

Why hadn't you seen it sooner

You laugh at such as you

As quickly as it came about

Now all at once it's through

Then crash and burn, your heart mid flight

How could you show such guile

With nuance as your hearts desire

Greet the plight of the neophyte

Yet pause, reflect, and smile

A Dying Rose

There,
Among the petals of a dying Rose
A healing force gives presence
To a thought

Still,
Atop a frozen hill
Warming sun breaks into crystal ice
And a drop of life appears

Look,
While the delicate whisker of a mouse
Passes over one fine seed
And life remains

Why,
When all the World is in
A heralded struggle to continue
Must we destroy?

Surely,
Good, will touch and sustain a heart
That yesterday melted, to drop life
Onto one tiny Rose seed