A Good Life

I know what your Grandpa did
And your papa too
When I was hatched from my egg
Back in forty two

I saw him kiss your mom
Way before they wed
The big day of the Prom
And all the things they said

The day that you were born
I was there to see you cry
Then I, in my loyalties, was torn
When you looked me in the eye

I’ll live to see you marry
And have a kid or three...

The Smell of Grey

Essence, aroma, fragrance, bouquet
These are all words to describe a smell
But all of them so very cliché
And don’t do the job so very well

But that’s not what I want to convey
To you, the whiff of life
It’s more than … what I cannot say
Filled with something rife

It is the unbound wildness
That fills the air
With a tangy mildness
Reminiscent of despair

Closed...

We are but their keepers

Caged and restrained, hobbled and curtailed,
That is what it’s like to be of the living dead.
Longing not for freedom but for life to no avail,
And that is the future for them that I dread.

They are naught like others you and I know
They are another breed apart,
A new species if you will, and so
Will not only steal but rather break your heart.

What must it be like to sit all day and stare...