3/28/11

We run ourselves into the ground,

Like inexpensive toys,

And when we finally do shut down,

We all get quite annoyed,

For like all things that we may waste,

And carelessly mistreat,

Our bodies, when they fail, shall break,

Beyond their warranties.

3/27/11

From time to time old friends are met,

And, through them, all our years betrayed.

The mirror, day to day, forgets,

But rare reunions reckon age.

The memories that we maintain,

Like dreams on waking, are dispelled.

When hearing how much life has changed,

No longer, can we fool ourselves.

Long friendships are a blessing, yes.

I pray that mine shall never end,

But, some small grief, I must confess,

For, no young man has lifelong friends.

3/26/11

Gazing up into a star filled dome,

Lost in the vastness of this endess sea,

Who’s speckled dark expanse sets minds to roam,

Among its clouds of luminosity,

To ponder our existence, so minute,

To wonder what significance we have,

And in this beauty lies such mortal truth,

The sight of it must be why men go mad.