The tapestry of life we wove
Together thread by thread,
Now seems to tell a different tale
As I lay here in our bed.

The pictures on the walls
Show all the fun we knew,
All the happy times we shared
As our family thrived and grew.

I see you as when we were young
And I long to live those days,
Before the changing tides of time,
Caught us in its waves.

The music and the laughter
The joys of being with you,
Have left me blessed beyond compare,
Now loving memories will have to do.

There is no safe place for me
Excepting the corners of my mind
So I retreat there often
In futile attempts to unwind

But there I am bombarded
By a battery of my own thoughts
Imprisoned by dissatisfaction
Which all my life I’ve fought

I need emotional stimulation
The kind that’s hard to buy
The kind society won’t understand
The kind whose absence makes me cry

If I had known when I was conceived
What a circus it would be
I’d have given up right then
And never become “me”

Heard the expression
so and so is feckless
a put down I guess
but not sure I get this

For aside from the Irish
who say what the feck
Erin slang replacing “u” with an “e”
as a way to avoid being rude or disgusting
when someone makes the assessment
that someone is feckless
it just begs the question
what the heck is feck

I am done walking the jungle
Like the pilgrim of the southern
On the pebbles of the river
Under the shadow of the trees
In comfort of the smelling grasses
That drenched with cow-dungs in the scorching sun
I rode the crest of the wave of the pleb,
When cloud overcasted
When nobody would give me a piggyback,
A ragtag boy singing alone,
Splashed the puddles and smashed down the weeds
When I ran like a late school boy.