For Better or For Verse :D

Counting the days gone by…

Thinking of days to come…

Knowing not what lies ahead,

Or if what went by was some.

No shepherd goes by humming the songs,

In the road outside the door,

A soul sits rhythm-less; and longs,

For what was. And for more?

Black and White was easy once;

Right was distinct from Left.

A straight line. And round it runs-

The mind, of thought’s, bereft.

Not every tale belongs in a Book,

That asks a certain plot;

That begins with a certain page, a nook,

And ends on a certain thought.

Not each begins ‘Once upon a time’;

Or ends in ‘…everafter’,

Some are simply, crystals sublime,

Of tears, of fears, of laughter.

The pen that writes this verse,

Does not bemoan the tale.

Or why it has the pages it does;

For it could never fail.

The words are strung together right,

Dramatis personae do their part;

The tale’s fair, a pretty sight-

For the mind, the soul, the heart. .

Someday, sometime down the lane,

The pen shall write another sheet;

In scented ink, and dipped in pain,

The last chapter – just as sweet.

Whatever *Sigh*

God Bless