Always Reforming

Originally written on 03/31/14. The dregs at the bottom of  My well-used wine glass. The remnants of a society At war with maturity. Middle-aged men who are Oblivious to social norms. Miller Lite receptacles Littering our streets. Radios blaring mind-numbing, Top-40, bass-driven nonsense. The horror of reaching the bottom Of my glass of Moscato.

Originally written on 03/29/19. When I was younger, I was prolific, But, boy, my rhymes were Pretty horrific, Now that I'm older, I'm my own critic, And I don't really Care about rhyming.

It's been four years? Are you sure it wasn't yesterday? Maybe it was a hundred years Ago. Four years on Since you've been gone, Four years on And life goes on. It's been four years? I still dream about you now and then, I wish I could call you to say Hello . Four years on Since we said goodbye, Four years on And I still cry. It's been four whole years, Somehow I got used to life without you, I guess I discovered a new Normal. Four years on Since our lives changed, Four years on And I'm okay.

It's bitter cold, I pull myself out of bed, There's nothing I want more Than to keep you warm. You get up, You brace yourself for the day, You pour your heart, your life Into those four souls. Each day brings New challenges, New worries,  New waves of stress, Someone always needs something, Something is always breaking. At night You and I Cheesy TV And  A cup of tea.