Struggle Past The Middle
It's a struggle to pass the middle
Past the middle of my life that is
Everything I've known to be true
Turned upside down
Not much I can call my own
Except for my mistakes
They are truly mine
and mine alone
Still young enough to remember passion
Like it was yesterday
Although I thought I had once forgotten
And this body... too broken
None shall want to revisit with me
Even if I could
And time keeps silently slipping
Even though age is of no importance
(to me)
Perceptions become pretentious
And wisdom outweighs folly
But lest not forget the latter
All I fancy is a caring, giving heart
One to match my own
(I imagine mine to be spacious)
So the question remains...
What good is a big heart?
One that can't be shared
Shared with a sole kindred kind
Am I asking too much?
Or must I reconcile
Sentenced to struggle
Struggle past the middle
31 Jan 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem