Things are Changing

So many things are changing

It is different every day.

The things I thought I knew for sure

Quickly pass away.

The dreams of mine still burn

As they did so long ago

But already twenty six years have passed,

I ask - where did my life go?

Have I lived, with brevity’s breath,

An existence honorable and proud?

Or do my days hold a shame,

Veiled in darkened shroud?

To those who may wonder

What kind of man I must be,

I’ve tried so hard, so consciously

To make the most of me.

Imperfections of an imperfect man

Cling to this wearied soul –

Of what I ask forgiveness

You will never know.

But in my wanting wearied state

I cling to this one dream;

That though I turn and envision nothing,

Things are not what they seem.

-          MR, 9/28/10