Autumn dew fell ‘pon the ground
Bygone days waned without sound
Content in knowing the sun would shine
As it had done from the dawn of time
Assuming the sun tomorrow’d rise
Sheltered from the watchful eyes
Of Mother Nature and Father Time
Assuming life’d exist sublime
An aging sot, him fearing not
His axe he’d swung without a thought
The forest green with love and life
Would still exist amidst the strife
Until a soul screamed what the Hell
That diadem he knew so well
Should cast him out due to his wrongs
For he had danced to different songs
Assuming green on foreign soil
Would be less than his current toil
But in release and seeking wealth
He’d squandered love and life itself
Alone resulting from his greed
He’d poisoned love; denied his seed
The honesty and trust he’d bent
The life he’d had he quickly rent
Now left in void and without life
He’d shattered spawn and murdered wife
This bold, untamed, and confused child
Left shattered lives in dead dreams piled
Cautioned not from his own mind
He thought new life and love he’d find
And then the smack - reality
Did hit him and light came to he
Sick from lack of conscious he
Prayed he’d rather die than be
Alone as he had thought he could
Survive without his husband-hood
Who’d foregone grace by own despair
Convinced new life would soon appear
Alas though not did realize
This reckless sot amidst his lies
That what he’d sought beyond his gate
Had long been grace and one of Fate
Raw and bloodied by his own axe
His life he’d lost by making tracks
T’was not his own he’d torn apart
A wife and kids with bleeding hearts
With only hope to shield from death
The gate he closed with final breath
To love one’s wife more than one’s life
It took a dance with Death one night
It took the tears of children and
The cavernous pain of being banned
Grace now he seeks at every turn
His heart a mess with just one yearn
That for his wrongs and sins laid out
A final chance to quell all doubt
Lo but by grace from God above
Undying faith and that of love
The aging sot crawls humbly home
Ne’er again swears he to roam
For after dew and dark of night
There comes new life with morning light
Each day a chance to live again
Provided one repents their sins
There are no realms of brighter green
Beyond one’s gate this sot has seen
No greater wealth than family be…
Content responsibility
No comments:
Post a Comment