Better Times

I’m much like a ship in troubled waters;
listing, and threatening to sink;
heavily depending on the faith of fathers;
sadness brings me to the brink.

I seem to exist, in an ever changing world;
my stars of destiny; no longer aligned;
the illusion of a physical reality, unfurled;
I find myself longing for better times.

The memories, I enjoyed; I no longer treasure;
they are scenes which will never return;
even sadder memories come during leisure;
will my thoughts ever learn?

I can’t forever live in those past times;
tho, within my thoughts they exist;
they, stubbornly, refuse to be redesigned;
all that they were; persists.

The past wasn’t really much better then;
so I can’t envy those who are there;
it’s the place, always described as when;
but time, itself, doesn’t care.

Will I ever see those better times return;
or, are they just dreams, forgotten?
When will we all, grow up, and learn;
feasts don’t last; they turn rotten?

Life was created to live in seasonality;
Better Times were born to succumb;
it’s time we realize the truth of reality;
the best times are yet to come.

Monty 2/27/23. # 1,471