The expression in his eyes was doleful
He gazed longingly at the door
It was time for him to go out
The promised treat he got everyday
But there was frost on the ground
And chill in the air
He was weak and old
Could actually be classified infirm
But his heart was young and spirit playful
He thumped his tail and scratched the door
His beseeching woofs
I could scarce ignore
So I tied his quilted coat around
And both of us stepped out
Marching to the tune of his wagging tail!
Though he gained popularity
As a hymn writer of brilliance
He felt no joy
In contrast there was
A sense of alienation
From organized religion
Unaware of his inner turmoil
His congregation expected
Him to scale greater heights
Unable to live with this dichotomy
His religion he did renounce.
The relationship we share
Is one of mutual camaraderie
We share secrets and confidences
We rib each other good-naturedly
We always have each others back
We don’t trail each other everywhere
But he knows I am just a call away.
The decision to leave was not sudden
She had deliberated hard and long
It is not easy to walk out of a relationship
But continuing with it seemed all wrong
She had nurtured it with love, blood and sweat
Giving it all that she could
But he just didn’t seem to care
Whatever she did, was never ever good
Not good enough to meet his exacting standards
Nor was it easy to please his critical nature
The future seemed dismal and full of gloom
This would continue lifelong, she could wager!
Sick and tired of it, she had taken the drastic step
A life sans luxury but one of peace beckoned
She looked back one last time
That she would cross the threshold, even she had not reckoned!
Just as flowers wither away
Over a period of time
Feelings dry up and turn cold
Once their time is up
Fragile and diaphanous
Disintegrating on touch
And all that is left
Is a bunch of faded memories.
Helplessly and hopelessly I thrash
Your words are bombastic
But all you create is trash
The conditions are so drastic
Into the sea of oblivion I’ll crash
I’m not being sarcastic
One day every thing will be gone in a flash.
Joining Kate’s Friday fun.
I give free rein to my words
Wings to my imagination
And space to my thoughts
They have a rollicking time
running free
A riotous bunch they are!
Then, when I sit down to capture them
And pin them to paper
I fall into the trap
Of political correctness
avoiding topics of moral terpitude
and salacious songs
So I prune them and clip them
and write sanitized stanzas
That require no rating at all.
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