A LIfe

Taking stock of myself, remembering thing long since passed . . .

Sometimes I sit and wonder why
I can't sprout wings and start to fly
Above the clouds so very high
And then I'd be willing to die

There are times when I cast my lot
Against the things I have been taught
And tie myself into a knot
Looking from within what I've wrought

I've lived, I've loved, I've had the best
In many ways I have been blessed
Still I must get things off my chest
About my life, my zeal and zest

No matter how hard I did seek
The world always looked dark and bleak
And though I tried to look so chic
I felt I was a circus freak

And now you see my cover's blown
These days I have to live alone
I suppose I'm in my own zone
Had I but known, had I but known.

©February 16, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton