EASY DOES IT

Perfect sunrise

Dimmed morning whispers

Fluttering tear drops

The dead come calling

Today I am not listening

Savor the last of the gods

Night is here

Show me my resting place

It begins again soon

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

The never ending ache

That I cannot forget

All I need is a bite to eat

That would surely be a lovely treat

The constant overbearing burn

As my tummy continues to turn

They pass me in their lovely frocks

They look down on me with frowns and smirks

She is my age perhaps a little older

The gaze is undeniably colder

She looks like she has had her fill for the day

I wish I had something if only for just today

Now they are further ahead but I still feel their stare

Would have been nice to have someone care

NEW THIS, NEW THAT...

The problems of yesterday are still here today

No rush, time facilitates action this is only a delay

As I sort through the emotions and chaos of the day

I ask myself, what else have I got to say

All I know is tomorrow is a brand new day

And I am damn well here to stay