Friday, July 12, 2019


The sun sinks slowly, slowly, down
o’er the strife of humankind
and sits there like a devil hand
to leave no escape route.

And so the strife is quite content
to way mere mortals down
and bar entry to our state of grace
that waits so patiently.

So to that state of grace I say
don’t wait for invitations
but gather strength and infiltrate
that evil barrier.

And then, and then, what happiness
will o’er take humankind
but I wonder, yes, I do,
can that ever be.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,
but then again, perhaps not!