Old Man

You understand now, in twilight's dimming,
that while in your full day's sun
there was nothing from which to choose: 
all was an illusionary oasis,
filled with false promise and
hope of salvation.

 

So you come, Old Man,
with time's desert burying all memory.
You seek my mercy,
bid my understanding,
to what end?

 

In your refusal to see
that I have none to give you,
you remain deluded

that either would alter
who you are or who I have become
standing in my own full day's sun.

 

 

Reviews

[Michael W. Farrelly]

Gorgeous piece......