Poem – Page 46 – A (wise) man of two faces

The face of despair

Today’s pale grey sky
offers not a shred of hope
under mute colors.

There are
some things for which
“inconsolable” can’t
begin to state the depth of my
feelings.

I can feel the rain
as it creeps ever closer
to my clouded heart.

It is where I watch
all the could be’s and may be’s
before they just are.

Children
grow up so fast
and before we know it
our boys and girls have all become
adults.

Children
dance in the rain
in a bubbling world
where every moment is to be
enjoyed.

River
Your cold, crisp stream
Flowing toward the sea
And rapidly picking up speed
Waterfall

A goldfish squirrel
riding a furry falcon…?
I must be dreaming.

Please, don’t look at me.
I’m so loathsome to behold;
I am a monster.

Yes, you will age
with every turn of the page
but do so with grace
and a smile on your face
and they’ll call you, “Sage.”