...............30 Days...............

What can I say? It has been an extremely difficult month. It helps to write and create. Art and form given to thought. Today I present the "Blues" in "Celtic" prose. It is certainly an interesting combination.

30 Days

Once I believed I finally figured it out,
This thing we live and call “life”.
Ups and downs, convictions and doubts,
Days filled with joy, others with strife.

Convinced and confident that I knew everything,
The facts of life appeared crystal clear.
Discovering now in all this I knew nothing,
Lacking knowledge consumes me with fear.

I knew that my parents would live forever,
There always when others have vanished.
Age and disease now require my care,
New feelings of helplessness unleashed.

I knew my friend’s marriage would never die.
A model lifelong commitment from folklore.
Of late they can barely look each in the eye,
Further testament, no one stays together anymore.

I believed in my heart that lovers never lie,
Loving you as much as they claim they do.
Then suddenly the words turn and are denied,
Discovering that love was only felt by you.

I envisioned my own family by my side,
Dreams of a child all those years ago.
Alas, loving women lacking the will to decide,
Suffering plagues of wanderlust to and fro.

I acknowledge the career and all my passions,
Assured there was nothing I could not achieve.
Monotonous now and growing out of fashion,
Temptation to truss up and leave.

A mere month ago I savored all of these,
Feeble meekness left behind in my wake.
My world has changed; I’ve been brought to my knees,
What a difference thirty days can make.

TAH