Autumn (overturning applecarts)
pages fall...
from the calendar
like autumn leaves from a tree
so much alike, yet not the same
the leaves pile up, the days are...
gone.
can we find the time?
to search for the days
that we somehow
let slip away....
or
is
there
too much left unsaid,
our lives an unmade bed
rumpled sheets of depression/aggresion
atop a mattress of hidden fears...
afraid of not knowing
of losing everything
not realizing these fears may do just that.
or
did
i
just wait too long?
what went wrong?
self esteem robbed by self pity
i took a chance
on a new life
to make me happy and it worked
but, foolishly, i inserted
part of the old one unaware
of the consequences.
i should have known,
drink the finest wine,
and life is wonderful,
but add some poison
take a sip,
you're not drinking wine anymore
take a sip...
you're drinking poison
and it will kill you.
how
can
i
detoxify
my heart, my soul....my mind?
when i find, the golden coast that's
in my dreams...then i'll (but wait, pause)
i believe that we can find a way to make
those dreams come true...
but
until
then
the pages keep falling
from the calendar
i love my wife,
i love my children
and i know it...
and i hope she knows it,
now is the time
the time is now to set things
right.
Rob Pierce
07-99
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