Who can, with lens of sincere mind
Deny wrongdoing in their lives?
Were that all could ever be kind
No erring in our archives
Some set out with clear intent
To bring about the mischief
Most do not have that wicked bent
But still bring others grief
For those who wear that latter hat
Then learn what others see
Time gnaws at conscience as a rat
Dining on misery
Which sea denies the pull of the moon?
What puppet dances to its own tune?
A barbed and chastening valentine
No choice at all; the fault’s all mine
Could do better, the report card says
But how to change one’s errant ways?
Alas, some choices can’t be mended
Outcome’s not as was intended.
Each act’s curtain draws to a close
Why it matters, none other knows
Who is for the cut and thrust?
With nowhere else to go
Hide still now, if now you must
Keep your head down low
Know only this of him behind
Who, watchful, stalks in shadows
Listening quiet, never blind
Unseen, but all, he knows
See, the world is still out there
Beyond the glass and frame
Lit by sun that breaks in here
Warming me the same
Sky shimmers in summer heat
Birds dash about for food
I rest on the window seat
In melancholy mood
I ponder on the happy scene
Of plants and living things
Wondering what it all means
And envy birds their wings