Daily Prompts Aug 2016
Youth, if I knew then what I know now my eyes would of looked at life in a different way. The moon, cast its romantic light arousing desires on many a night. Those emotions I still carry Now a ghost of my former self, confused at why, now 50 years on, I find the smallest problem so complicated. It could be that I reach out to far to find the truth. Obsessed with what lies below the surface of many a cause, good, and bad? Maybe its a lingering for by gone days, a luxury I alow myself, or just like hard to remove paint, a stubborn trait. No joke, for oft I was wrong in the praise and curses I had given way back when I was a lad. I still have the craving, and I muse over the rights and wrongs of life in a much more profound way. Back then, amongst my peers an apology was rarely given, there was no need, except on the odd occasion.