The Sunshine of My Life

was

cancer neath the Surgeon’s Knife

 

The Calm that Lulled My Restless Mind

was

storm cloud of some Other Kind

 

The Pennies on My Shuttered Eyes

are

answers to My Living Whys

 

The Tears that Fall When I am Gone

will

not absolve me of My Wrong

 

The Words I’ve Penned with Flippant Hand

will

shift and drift like Worthless Sand

 

Grieve not the age that slipped through me

grieve

all of time I Shall Not See…