Poem – Page 44 – A (wise) man of two faces

Family

The ties which bind us together
through bright and friendly weather
but when skies turn gray
and those friends go away
the remainder are brothers.

Murky Monday morn,
the corpse of a weekend and
we’re all dressed in black.

Don’t mourn for the lost
mourn instead for the living
who survived to mourn.

I once knew an artist
a man who laughed
and drank with friends
and worked hard
but his heart had grown barren.

Even the words of philosophers
babbled emptily
into his ears
for the fire had long vanished
from behind his eyes.

Her feminine charms
served her well until she met
his stupidity.

Autumn flowers
in earthly shades
fall in showers
as summer fades.

The sultry siren
sings a seductive song to
naive little fools.

Cry your eyes out now
then wipe your cheeks, stand back up,
live like they would want.

A soul
breathes its last breath
and goes off to heaven
but the children don’t remember…
Lucky.

The world is drowning
but Mother Nature lives on
in the rose garden.