PAPER MOON

Rick Prime:
The years took their toll on me
And I never complained,
Almost deranged in my approach to life,
Wasting the minutes of each day
In certain dire transaction,
Until now I'm bartering my sanity,
And when I check the balance of my soul,
I find nothing
But worthless coins
And loose change

Where did the years go, I ask myself,
Wondering how the lives I touched,
And charmed,
Have moved away - and they never call,
No greetings cards or fond momentos in the hall,
Did I drive them away with my demands?
Insisting on longevity, I am immortal!
I say, I'll live forever!
And damnation to them all!
But the value of accumulated love
And the balance of my heart is valued
Less than coppers in my palm

Oh why am I so alone today?
How come this darkened vault of my resolve
And my determination, and my failure
To understand why nothing goes
My way anymore, rids me of confidence
And accomplishment in all the things I do?
As if it's gone, and never had been there
At all; until at last I fall,
Stumbling to my knees
Fall, and when I count my value,
Of my life, I discover scraps;
The palimpsest of my my existence
Embroidered by my deeds
Worth less than pennies in my hand

Bitter Sweetz:

Rogue Scholar: Wow!

youarewell2: oh my... heartfelt and sincere. I like the depth of the introspection in this piece. I like the honest and the realness. I felt the despair but I also felt the truth. The discovery unfolded and was revealed.

daisiesnfld: You my poet have done it again...spectacular write! Surely this is a revealing part of all our lives at some point in time..alas..are we never secure with who we are that we gauge ourselves not on our failures, but our victories?

SpookTheMaineCoonCat: Our value lies in how we touch each other's lives. You sir Ruckus were not as worthless as you thought!