Anthony Joseph Erangey
Life’s journeyed maze, twists, turns, and bends,
Demands the toll, we dread to pay.
The boatman waits this very day,
To ferry us to destined end.
We contemplate the grand design
In awe and wonder, we remain.
For life’s ken be, not our domain.
Tis jurisdiction of Divine.
As Children wild, we romp, and play.
And in our teens, become aware,
That not all thoughts or dreams are shared.
There might not be, another day.
Early adults, fast forge, new ground.
Courtship, marriage, young of their own.
Some choose independence, alone.
All are ...
I'm still steaming, at them, me and whoever, this sucks.
I wrote from my soul, and like an idiot never wrote it down.
I trusted technology, like a fool. Never trust anything that is nothing like you.
I sound like some embedded bitter old hack.
Maybe, could be worse. I could sound like a billion struggling sages
all lost in their egocentric contracts. I'm still pissed that these poems are gone. I should have known better. That's the pain that throngs.
Well you can take this crap and ple