Musings, Reflections & Poetry: March 2018

3.0

Barrier breached

And milestone reached

Slow and easy we go

Enjoying Life's gentle to and fro

Why strife for the scythe

When there's no way out?

Might as well faff about

And be blessedly blithe

Maybe just an exiled's excuses

Or a finger to the Universes

Stung or sung, the double tongue

Now too old to die young

Thirty could be alchemic

Or maybe just Torschlusspanik

And what will you do,

When the going gets tough;

When life's seas get rough;

When the threat of Death

Or worse befalls you?

Who will you blame?

Without any shame

Anything, anyone, but you.

Fate & circumstances,

Family and acquaintances,

God, Satan, and their minions

Excuses in the millions

Just not to stare in that mirror

Oh the lies, the horror!

To even remotely consider

That you're in error

To realise... you're a sinner.