A Day In The Life

I live part of my life in terror;
of what is to happen next;
then, become a time wayfarer;
living on my past regrets.

Stage backdrops fly by in virtual waves;
life’s scenery, constantly changing;
structures of yesterday, unending decays;
behind, the stage curtain, rearranging.

New actors entering; stage left or right;
old characters, written out of the play;
the curtain falls; as day turns to night;
new actors embrace another new day.

The world all around me, seems detatched;
a dreamworld, with me, floating nearby;
all the others and I, are uneavenly matched;
and the emptiness leads me to cry.

I cannot explain exactly how that I feel;
a dream state might be easier to explain;
I suddenly sense that reality’s surreal;
and my presence is no longer germane.

So many people I’ve loved and known;
dissipated; like the mist they were;
lifetimes of memories; become windblown;
as tho, death had become their cure.

How can I focus on failure or success;
even after the death of my wife?
Only God’s love can cure my distress;
to Him, it’s just a day in the life.

Life is the wondrous unending path;
all that has been, will return;
the love of God supplants all wrath;
and Love is the lesson we learn.

Monty 9/11/22. # 1,282