BRING SOME SENSE
Grasping, clutching, craving meaning,
in its absence howling, keening,
here we pace like some crazed beast
mourning for a world that ceased.
Bring fresh sense into our life,
peace instead of mindless strife.
Give us some new raison d’etre
quench the raging storms of hate, or
show a path for our redemption,
from this hell— a circumvention.
An insight just went dashing by
and as it fled I made a try
to catch it, but it sped away,
thus leaving me with naught to say.
Whenever you’re blessed by a thought
quick, grab it lest it come to naught.
In desperation now I pray
to save my insights of today.
Tomorrow looms, I’m unprepared,
and by my senile slippage scared.
Aging’s hard–I’m letting go,
but I’m going to take it slow,
clutching here and grabbing there.
The warning signs? I am aware
that daily life is not a breeze.
I’m often stressed and ill at ease.
As time flies by and clouds descend
I sense the looming of the end.
Can you believe that even I
will keep on aging, then will die?