The Only Man
It seems the world has turned its back;
to it; I no longer appear;
both truth and love; it seems to lack;
perhaps, the end draws near.
I feel, that I’m in a movie or a play;
I’ve vanished; and out of view;
most of me still hides in yesterday;
forgetting my lines and my cue.
I feel very much like wallpaper;
tho I can still hear and see;
no longer am I a decision maker;
reality, closed the door on me.
Tho there are still, millions in sight;
I feel like the only man;
those millions are illusions of light;
devoid of purpose or plan.
I remain in the distance; the only man;
seeking the woman of my dreams;
I lost her in the garden when life began;
tempted by the serpent’s schemes.
I believe that I’ve seen her most recently;
there was heaven, within each eye;
sadly, she no longer is in love with me;
and, our love is destined to die.
For I was her Adam; such a long time ago;
rebellion, in heaven, caused us to leave;
passage of time allowed passions to grow;
in eternity; she will, again, be my Eve.
Monty 3/25/24. # 2,055