The Final Years

It's the slowing down

Foot caressing pavement with caution

Not like before when we ran

With abandon across the rocks and cracks

Of fissured earth and shattered sky

And weeds that grow so terribly high



We wander for days in a complicated maze

And fear we surely lost our way

As I land on the other side

I wonder if things had been different

I wanna wake up and be different

I'm choking the life from the past

Clutching my stories

A satchel full, a cache of indignation



Where did I put my sense of misplaced rage?

Who crossed the lines I dreamt up in my fevered state?

Like children acting out familiar fears

What do we cherish in the final years?



Where did I put my sense of misplaced rage?

Who crossed the lines I dreamt up in my fevered state?

Like children acting out familiar fears

What do we cherish in the final years?