Old Woes In New Clothes

2008

Tonight is one of those nights

When even the most inspiring soliloquy

Fails to fill me with delight

Today I felt serene as if in a dream

But am now face to face with a charade

That would make Death himself utter a fearful scream

My thoughts are often like a firefly in the night--

I have forever left somewhere behind

The only light I ever knew in life

Indeed, I appear fresh-pressed

But while so avidly dressed

I am still an inexplicable guest--

At best--

But--

Underneath this visage that is sweetly worn

There is a spirit that never ceases to fly

Even when its wings are tired and torn

True, time and trial, together, have weakened my breathe

But I’m not just what I appear to be, I am what I am

And so I will be unto the time of my death--