All In an evening

Lay here I alone

Alone in this cold winter, lonely and unprotected

Detached from the life I cherished

Full of grief  chained to the clutches of the societyFree from feelings  futile.

Sadness has a limit nor does grief apply,

Some long lost dream lingers around,

Certain promises left unreciprocated,  unfulfilled.

There I lay like a portrait inanimate drawn on the lines of karma waiting for redemption……

Stained all with patches of red…….. The Usual.

Strange that I do wake up into a new existence of friends who have always been,

Holding theor hands I take a walk trying to return to some old past I try to falter

Instinctively fullfill the unfulfilled.

Then I realise all is lost and I am happy repairing my deck, not eager to fall in love.

Why else should I retake a plunge, and wait a life of a bachelor, old things and a bit new….

A life of patient expectations,

Seem to be strong throughout…

SO MUCH SO FOR LOVE”S LABOUR LOST.

:-p