My heart carries too many sorrows
Now my yesterdays out weigh my tomorrows
My spirits sit low in the grey December light
My bones grow weary in the night
I long for the spring sun upon my face
Yet I know that can never again be the case
I wait now in the quiet of another night
In hopeful expectation of the benevolent light

Comments
Denzella | February 2, 2012 - 16:42
Hello Biggus,
A change of mood here. Senior Moments can have such an effect. But I've read on so know mood changes again.
Still a lovely concise poem.
Biggus | February 5, 2012 - 13:45
Thanks Denzella