IN BETWEEN

Thoughts swirling in his head

Past and present eternally immersed

Fleeting visions of loved ones dead

Convinced his future ever cursed.

Joy no longer in his sight

Dreams of youth long since faded

Dreading every sleepless night

Faith and hope lost and jaded.

The wisdom of his own reality

Born only to have lived and died

Never understanding life’s farcicality

Can this be wisdom he sadly cried.

Once the promise of so much more

On wings of dreams he once soared

With hope of opening that scared door

Finding all life’s treasures stored.

Just waiting there for him to claim

Shared with loved ones he so adored

Alas there was no such fame

Only old age to be abhorred .

Then at last but much too late

He realized we all live and die

What we do in between is out fate

Enjoy the journey his final cry.

Luke

March 31^st 2011