Time … past and still ticking … I’ve yet to find
achievement acted upon desires of my own design
Golden time .. seconds minutes hours of everyday
fly by like gold dust scattered down silent highway
Yet still … I spin and spin on the wheel of life
soldier on would I … no matter what kind of strife

If my wishes for a little fortune magically appear
like stars in the night … spirit would sparkle happier
It’s only material wishes that would unburden my soul
no such wish for riches but to repay a debt of long ago
All of my life … I’ve walk the path of good intentions
sad to say … oft times it’s met with accusing questions

And that’s what hurts, deep deep down inside my heart
emptiness felt, woefulness of red arteries flow like art
Even though winds of change veered another course
I’m left beleaguered like a forlorn rider with no horse
Right directions decided but wrong timing to pursue
chains of duties and commitments kept me subdue

Dreams … I have like sand on the shores
dedicated perseverance … success blend for encores
Loves … one true love and a forbidden soul mate
torn between two … flummoxed … leaving it to fate
My life’s pathetic repertoire of challenging cycles and phases
fade dark days for hope and faith soars me to higher places


© Keziah Boey October 2004

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