A dusty closet
of knick knacks
strewn across the floor
memories of a past long gone
and out a gate
and down a narrow path
winding up and back
then stopping
A house I once knew
long ago
rejoicing of childhood dreams
but now misty memories
So leaving and on my way
desolate and lost
a bump in the road
a cancer that’s spread
but I live on
and on again
for if I did not
who would know?
But I settle here
alone but not alone
hand in hand
with my partner, my wife
but in my room
where so much time goes
I recall what has been
and what I had lost