Day: April 13, 2015

Real And Fake

I stand shell shocked
I am aghast with agony
a puritan I thought
he would be
has turned a criminal
he could not be.

My heart sinks with pain
My heart weeps and sobs
a loner in life I thought
he would be
has turned a fraud
he could not be.

My mind pulls away in shame
My mind drags me out of fame
an affable guy I thought
he would be
has turned cruel
he could not be.

Well the feel and wish
he would be
has turned flat and blatant
he could not be
the real becomes fake
the duplicate turns original.

The process log
looks simple but extends long
being very long.

Poem

The clock strikes seven
ding dong goes its bell
I used to be in a hurry
not so anymore

The seven in the morning
a crucial time long back
with children at home
not so anymore.

The morning call at seven
a hectic time long before
the school bus honked so loud
not so anymore.

The alarm went mad at seven
ran here ran there long ago
my boys jumped over the fence
not so anymore.

The seven past in the morning
heaved a sigh of relief years back
with my boys packed to school
not so anymore.

Now the seven, or eight in the morning
I watch the school buses ply up and down
my sons not around me to get ready
very different all the more.