HAPPY it was a word <br />I often thought of. <br />A sensation <br />I very seldom knew. <br />MUSIC a comfort and a friend <br />perhaps the only one. <br />I truly ever knew. <br />I sometimes thought it would be <br />will I ever know? <br />Yet unsatisfying, <br />barely fulfilling, still <br />it helps me on the road. <br /> <br />Life slowly slipping through my fingers <br />my eyes are filled with sand. <br />Work a never-ending nightmare <br />it fills me with unease. <br />I would rather die <br />neath the gentle quiet breeze. <br /> <br />Peace I seek it on the mountain <br />I find it in a shower. <br />In the stillborn moonlight <br />I slowly pass the hour. <br />One less lonely person <br />does the credit meet the cost <br />of that never ending nightmare <br />of that first real lousy boss. <br />Of a dream that turned to ashes <br />in the wind so quickly lost? <br /> <br />Life is but a busy subway <br />that the frail cannot cross. <br />And in the gutter we can find them <br />those that tossed the dice and lost. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-100/
