A Bedraggled Soul

I feel like I fell down a flight of stair;
aching from my head to my feet;
thoughts remain, back at the top; unaware;
where destiny and circumstance meet.

I feel I’ve been hit by a truck or a train;
my body; a bedraggled pile of clothes;
or, a piece of lint; washed down the drain;
I limply sat; trying to compose.

My mind fast-forwarded, into tomorrow;
surely I’d feel much better there;
I’m living on borrowed time and sorrow;
wishing that someone would care.

Actually, I hadn’t really fallen anywhere;
I simply awakened from a nap;
in dire need, of a touch and loving care;
as a child; held on a mother’s lap.

My body has suffered the arrows of time;
and the cruelties of adverse circumstance;
my mind remains in past memories, sublime;
longing for energies of love and romance.

Whatsoever we give; is what we shall get;
my poems are my gift from God, above;
from my life; filled with sorrow and regret;
I pass on the Master’s gift of love.

This lifetime had been slowly ebbing away;
personality was all that held me together;
this kingdom, around me, was full of decay;
but, love; passed on; could live forever.

I am a sojourner with a purpose to fulfill;
attempting to live out my role;
a mere drop of ink, from the Master’s will;
for now; I live on; a bedraggled soul;

Monty 9/17/23. # 1,795