By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Entwined in all that hopes have meant,
my life resolved and loss lament,
because of expectations bound,
in quandary it is all I've found.
In dreams my mind has fashioned truth,
to explore the possibilities of youth,
and draw from life its essence true,
to propagate a flawless view.
Yet truth is often masked in will,
a steaming pie sat on a sill,
with filling bleak and soured ill,
a remnant of my doubts to kill.
Life in all its manner done,
a passage through a battle won,
and I a hapless pawn of death,
reciting rhymes with my last breath.
For what I want and what I'll get,
are separate paths of earthly debt,
in life there is no free pass gain,
just balance found in joy and pain.
And I like all before me find,
the grit akin to dreaming blind,
where hearts are full and steadfast made,
in life where truth can bite dismay.
Life is a struggle,