Condemned

Mid-life crisis? If I were at the middle of my life, perhaps....

I pray my muse will bear a heavy weight,
as cantilevered dreams of fifty years
come crumbling down, the poor-grade aggregate
made up of childish vision, youthful fears,
watered gruel of faith, reality
intended to cement what cinder-blocks
of present living I stacked shiftlessly
on half a slab collapses.  Time now mocks
my thoughtless, grandiose designs; its tide
sweeps what I'd have my future hold away
in universal undertow.  Aside
from inspiration, vision, words at play,
my muse has double duty to be borne:
a reason I should wake up every morn.

Reviews

[Richard Man]

Carpe diem, Joel. Each day,each moment, each tick and tock, each breath, each lub and dup of your heart let it be great but don't linger on them not even for a nano-second. Your grandiose designs are already there because if they come to fruition are no longer grandiose or designs: The are realities.

[Jeremy Wyatt]

Watered gruel of faith, each line here says so much X

[Joel M Frye]

Thank you, Jeremy...good to see you again, good sir.

[Valentine]

Unstable foundations cqan crumble..safer to build on higher ground..Kathie

[Joel M Frye]

Amen to that, Kathie...amen to that.

[.]

~ thank you... these words have appeared on a day when i needed them desperately...

[Joel M Frye]

Glad I am that you find some use for them, mlle. I must needs find use for them myself.

[.]

~ these words validate life... and i'm incredibly grateful for them... the last few days were tough... not any more... thank you again...