new day

blue eyed ghost watching silent and somber
waiting for life to pass, mocking quietly
how will time judge you dear friend
three wise monkeys hanging from an ash
keeping company with this thief of dreams,
three wise fools trying to catch the wind.

i’ve no wish to be eighteen again
those of us in our twilight years
our faded memories statuesque in calm
we should have stayed in our secluded refuge

broken dreams, bought and paid for in earnest
by the innocent sons and daughters of society
a heartless business, turning treasure to trash
where the scum of society hide behind profit
preaching well thought out misrepresentation
to the must have, simple minded individuals.

i’ve no wish to be eighteen again
those of us in our twilight years
our faded memories statuesque in calm
we should have stayed in our secluded refuge

who is our heartless leader..i am…you are..
and i fancy the new day will be dressed in black.

greg

dear Greg Murray

grren greets to you
for the nice poem
supani

beutiful, mystical, and most of all mind blowing....... great write.
misty