Today I
decided to start my new endeavor, adding it to the all-ready stack of things to
do before my clock stops ticking. I never seem to know what will act as a
catalyst and today it was another poem ticking away in my attic. When I first started writing, way back when
just about all of my inspirations came from my own pain or the pain I
envisioned others were having.
From the bandstand I was able to see a myriad of life
and lives in all stages of growth and
decay. One such observation brought
about one of my songs, a touch of empathy I would suspect, mixed with the
observation and fear of stepping on the wrong path.
That fool is Me, (http://ronsmarbles.blogspot.com/2018/03/that-fool-is-me.html )
The spark
today seemed to have hit much closer to home, causing me to do a priority check
on my to-do list. All of a sudden the
items “get my children to forgive me” and “help anyone who cares, to know me”
jumped up on the list by substantial numbers.
WHO
ARE YOU © Ron Burres
3/18/2018
I stood
there looking at him, quizzically
As if I had
just recognized him from the past.
He seemed so
different than when I had seen him last.
His eyes had
changed, they weren’t the same
It was like
looking into a fire that had no flame.
He was much
older than I remember
Such a
change from spring to December
It always surprises me how we neglect to see
All those
many things we don’t want to be
I guess it
just so much easier if we just look
Today as I
looked into his eyes
Into the
depths of his heart and soul
I saw the
pain of not knowing what best to do
The sorrow
of lost chance smothered by time
Unable to
show how much he loves you.
