The Beat of Time

Costly,
I consider my time;
a precious thing
to be wisely used.

Softly
the clock ticks
a background beat
to a quiet day.

Lofty
expectations
fly away
Replaced with busy nothing…….

Slowly,
I return wondering
how did the beat
speed to greet
the end of the day
while I was out wandering
in thought?

Fading (Alzhemier's)

Lying on the bed
arms and legs of lead.
Hearing even the faintest of sound
unable to respond.
Mind from body disconnected
Unconnected.
Instead
wind flips the pages of my empty head.
Pull the curtain around the bed.
Wait for the blank pages
to be filled with glory
of past ages.
The writing,
coming,
going,
growing dimmer
has now completely
faded.

Reality

Yes, I can see that you're lazy about the day
And your forgetful ways
Yes, and you've seen an angel high on feathered down
Come crashing to the ground
Yes, I remember the day we became flesh and bone
No longer just a surrealistic painting upon
The canvas of our minds
A beautiful thing
Impossible to attain
Yes, now we've crossed the line
Yes, now we've got to deal
With being real.