Punish me

Punish me
 
Four scores a full life led,
Caring and tending
Laughing and crying
Hugging and caring for friends and foes.
 
But how much more  
To live without a step to the fore
Lived enough but why more
Without use for sure
 
Remember not long ago
I lived an alter ego.
For kith and kin, a shoulder I lent
To comfort, sooth and defend
 
Today I live, some say outlive
Not for you or for me.
A torn blanket that once well served,
Soon to be discarded
 
Punish me, I plead
For the life now I lead.
Bother not for the good I have done
That was then but now a burden.

 

 

 

 

An artist’s requiem

An artist’s requiem

The autumn leaves
Looking for a gentle fall
Breaking free to leave
Hoping the earth to soften the fall
As the wind blows it to wilderness
Mind clear, nothing rancorous
 
The bucket list nearly exhausted
With no time for what remained
Let me not fall in the hands of a musketeer
But break free of the puppeteer
Mellowed like an autumn leaf
To land in colors of gold and yellow
  
I have witnessed the foliage fall
Like an artist’s requiem to the falling leaves
The beauty preserved even in the fall
No wishes or desires before I leave
I desire, if at all, to fall like autumn leaves
Into the arms of my dear ones as I leave
 

Truth never matters

Workplace
Second home for many years
Quickly discarded
Without batting an eyelid
 
The humble abode
Comfortable and alluring
A house to feel at home.
No more stuffy suits and no more boots.
 
The chimes suspended on the door
Unnoticed for years
The soothing bells, music to ears
Helped relax to be on my own.
 
The years in service
I thought, time well spent,
To make a difference to the world around me
And etch me in their minds.
 
Did I make a difference?
As the countdown begins
I lament
I was just a cog in a wheel.
 
But the cog mattered, they say
It helped the world unclog.
It's truth, if truth ever matters.
I chugged along feeling better.