Tis late

Tis a day when

I

Would have

Forgotten

Dismissed

And moved on to the

Next day

If that was an option

Not the day

Yesterday was

That was

A very nasty

Day

Physically

Today was

A neutral day

I really hate

Neutral

Days

Let me feel something

Positive or

Negative

But days

I feel nothing

Forget about it

Love me, or hate me

For what I am

Leave me or

Be my best friend

Hold me tenderly

Or throw me out

But don’t expect me

To be what I am not

I have been

Reminded

It has been

Reinforced

That the more things

Change

The more they actually remain

The same

Peeps I haven’t seen in

Decades

Are older and grayer but

The same

So much

For the concept

Of

Maturity

I have retreated to a small place tonight

Back to time when responsibility was something

That was what my parents took care off

But wasn’t something I understood…

Sometimes it is necessary for us

To step out of what

Society demands of us

And return to the gentler times

I am in one of the crazy moods

One of those moods that I can’t remove

My body is ready for sleep, repose

But my mind will not accept the fact

If you look

At the world

Through your own eyes

You see

What you want

To see

But if you can

Step aside

For a brief moment

And look through

The eyes of another

A friend or a foe

You may actually

See the world

As it is

I must accept

What age

What diminished

Abilities

Has left me

WHY?

I should be headed to bed

To sleep

To rest

To dream

But the stress

The worries

The pain of the day

Even the joy of the day

Prevent…

It’s late

A little Tchaik 5

On the CD player

I’m tired

Or am I

The body

Is ready for

Sleep

For repose

For the unconscious

Rest

Which we

Call

Sleep

But is the rest of me

Ready for

The weird dreams

For the stiffness

That the

Sleep of

An old man

Brings

I think not

But I must

As the body demands

Condemns

And I do mean condemns

Myself to sleep

As much as I

Regret the side

Effects

I must sleep

Dang