Poetic Saturdays ~ A lullaby of Rhyme

Wasting time
Watching our games go drifting by
Wondering where she blows and the following of the crowds of people who drove
Into the street and the steeples on high
We regret, and feel the love lost
Yet we go on and on, time's ticking clock
Spinning around our town, we never stop
The ends of tomorrow

Until it has come and finally shown it's sorrow
In our hearts and the minds of us come nigh
In seeing the bridges of our collective sighs
Seeing everything past and wither without a whimper nor sound
The wind seems to be the only thing picking up the leftover dusty mounds
Up of the kitchen floor, once more into our lungs
Back into gay fake half-lives, we have socially mediated our real self and flung
Soon to be disintegrated by natural processes
Driven by the road into our fun

And our games
We forget the magical fragrances making our senses make way
For a dance
For when all we used to love to do is play and take a chance

Busy trying to change the world
Yet we'd like to say
So much more

Oh, I'd like to tell you in a whisper
That life is much more than the growing of the gray whiskers
And wisdom
Let it be shown within our deep cries
Let love ring and beauty be shown to our eyes
Both young and old no longer divide
That money never abide
In our choices and souls that this here lover writes
With the rhythm driving the typed thinking tonight
That you feel the occasional wind drifting by
There it is
This moment
Catching you, and I
Into Life's lullaby.