Dwindling Away

From being in excellent fettle once

To turning into an infirm self

This march proceeding downhill

Is an uneasy one.

This long, meandering, labyrinthine path

To be traversed by one and all

Seems as inevitable as the setting sun

This slow withering away

This muffled cry drowning away

Oh! Take hold and stop gathering dust

Break the monotony, take the reins

This vapid journey need not remain so dreary after all

This rigmarole can surely be rerouted to a riveting ride

Not a poem, but a thought

Ruffle up, Shamble not.

The Derelict

The chapter he'd never closed
The leaf he'd never turned over
The array of serrated spoken words
To the wilful disruption of his course

The path he plumped for
After the tragic end to the one taken before
Was so eerily cheery
Which dazed him so
And made him go spiralling down in the same old mournful grave

How unfortunate could it get?

To have been brought to this Elysian place
But to have lost the ability to appraise
The beauty in all its magnificence
Wasted unto someone so innocently oblivious!

(8/2012)