Resurrections .

 

During these past, fruitless, couple of years,

I have been revisiting my old thoughts, written in rhyme.

Much of it, I feel, would bring many to tears.

When I resurrected these experiences from a past time,

I began to wonder ?, what was I trying to accomplish

with all, that now seems to be nothing more than trash

laid out upon hand written pages, these feelings I did fish

from my subconscious, my memories hoard, memories I did stash

away, it seems, for a future day, now brought back into the light.

Some of it makes me wonder ?, if I ever did, truly, have insight ?,

or were my words, my phrases, not but, mere refractions

of this person, my words – upon pieces of paper - are not but reflections

of the person I was then, the person I now am ?,

who tried my best to live the best life I can.

 
                                                                                       B. J. “A” 2

June 1^st 2014