It’s growing old and having no one close.
No friends to count among thee and no wife —
No one with which to share the highs and lows.
The fear, it drives me daily to engage
In doing simply nothing to amend
These issues that fill me with fear and rage.
Though one fear drives me more than I intend.
That fear that keeps my soul from being shared
Is borne from giving someone else the key
And having hopes of ever after snared
Then dashed upon the rocks by Solemn’s Sea.
Therefore, I am a paradox of fear.
Des’prate but afraid to hold one near.
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