REALITY

We started our new lives as very old;
we had much we needed to learn;
though empty in knowledge and gold;
youth actually gave energy to burn.

We started this life with new identity;
with knowledge wherever we’d turn;
within us we had a natural affinity;
and a childlike

When the sailing ship keeps drifting around;
it requires something to keep it steady;
it needs an anchor to keep it bound;
till, for sailing, the crew makes it ready.

I feel very much like that ship at sea;
my anchor was lost to attrition;
floating aimlessly around, is me;

Today will last beyond forever;
a day that time stood still;
a perfect day for all endeavor;
what was; becoming what will.

Yesterday is never to be gone;
it will all return, someday;
actors from then will live on;
for the past must never decay.

The future, too; will be

Today, though important, is just one day;
whatever it’s outcome, tomorrow will come;
yesterday’s failures, again come my way;
and, again, to temptation, I’ll succumb.

How can I continue to live in yesterday;
even though I know that it’s gone;
or think of tomorrow, instead of

I was lying across my bed, sleeping,
sunlight streaming into my room;
something caused me to start weeping;
a strange sound diminished my gloom.

Clearly, came the sound of a barking dog;
it was emanating from outside;
though I understand, my mind was a fog;
my memory of truth did

After this party called life is over;
where does this consciousness go?
Is it destined to be under the clover;
or, scattered across new fallen snow?

The body, like your hair that was cut;
is of no more use to you;
and, if someone scoops your body up;
what can

I awakened completely; feeling alive;
being youthful down to the bone.
Later, I questioned, “Would I survive;
a lifetime, while living alone?”

The two parts of my being are disjointed;
the physical is growing old every day;
my energy self has been appointed;
to pick up the slack and pave

One and all, we fear a slow death;
thinking about living in agony;
fear of struggling to get a breath;
and yet, all of it, is pure irony.

Our body begins its downward trail;
the very moment we’re born;
trepidation ensues, as we near death’s veil;
causing much