The The Last Day (©2016 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John)

Nisenjuni April first
Life erstwhile from different births.
Drama ceased, story began.
Where would our place be in the clan?

We see our friends,
We see our friends,
We see some friends raising their kids,
sharing joy as our eyelids
meet in the middle and then stay shut,
longer than a blink, hold back a flood.

Another month over 
Another month over
Another month over and a fresh stain.
Seems like our loss, the clinics gain.
Brace ourselves for the final year.
Accept the rake and maybe tears.

   But even past when...
   it is an honour that I wear,
   to occupy part of your sphere.
   The root is strong, you need not fear.
   My default setting is sincere.
   I am, will always be here.

Future rooms, no safety nets.
Is this really good as it gets?
Life is thundering so fast.
This year, this day could be the last.

Pumped by the rhythm
Pumped by the rhythm 
Pumped by a rhythm from where? know not.
Why some lives, an empty cot?
Programs run, bad days they fail.
errors sometimes raise a sail.
   
Do I not see?
Do I not feel?
Do I not see the wood for the trees?
Should happiness live overseas?
Could it be that the grass is green
despite the rock beneath my feet?

   But even past when...
   it is an honour that I wear,
   to occupy part of your sphere.
   The root is strong, you need not fear.
   My default setting is sincere.
   I am, will always be here.

Synchronize ourselves with the crowd,
belies our here, our us, our now.
Want not to repeat the same
levels, scores in the game.

I know you.
You know me.
I know that security
is tough in this economy.
Where to live when we get old,
on a beach or prisoned in a home?

Fence that off.
Fence that off.
Fence that off for just today.
The sun is up, no work okay.
You are here and close by me.
Truly dear, I feel so free
  
   and even past when...
   it is an honour that I wear,
   to occupy part of your sphere.
   The root is strong, you need not fear.
   My default setting is sincere.
   I am, will always be here.
   Right here.



©2016 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John