Age-Creep
I laugh at grief
And grief laughs back at me.
On bended knee
I beg relief,
But all I see
Are shadows in the night.
Time is a thief,
And I come off as trite
For saying so.
A while ago
My hair turned white
As freshly fallen snow.
Lakeside Property
The wind blows harmlessly on every hill,
But when it falls upon a placid lake
There's hell to pay for any kayak or
Canoe in open water. Heaven's sake
Is not a telling factor -- with a will
All of its own, wind batters my back door.
I laugh at grief
And grief laughs back at me.
On bended knee
I beg relief,
But all I see
Are shadows in the night.
Time is a thief,
And I come off as trite
For saying so.
A while ago
My hair turned white
As freshly fallen snow.
Lakeside Property
The wind blows harmlessly on every hill,
But when it falls upon a placid lake
There's hell to pay for any kayak or
Canoe in open water. Heaven's sake
Is not a telling factor -- with a will
All of its own, wind batters my back door.
