The Dues I Pay

 

There are so many hues in the colour gray.

That colour fills – are dues I must pay

for how I have lived – my used up day

upon this plane – a misty cover to stay

mist filled eyes projecting a desire to say,

“ I am sorry ” to all, for ? and want to pray

that all I have done wrong will not fray

the edges of this scene, in which I play

- for three score and ten – my part - my way

guided by the Stars ?, Mars ?, Musical bars.

By those who influenced ?, my business in cars ?

Now all my days - in grays – direct me – lost

to all that once had meaning, feeling – at what cost ?

A soulless spirit that roams the passages of time, frost

on his shoulders, ice in his veins.

that is all, of this soul, that remains

 

B. J. “A ” 2

February 13^th 2006