wrote a poem

Promise of Life

when your life is too messed up for words
and you're bereft of inspiration
and love is gone
or love is wrong
and no one would care anyway...
i think of the earth
with its' singing its' glad song of birds
or its' winds crying in the dark night
howling its' woes
it's winter cold now and
i long for spring
pray it'll be here again
predictable like a sunrise
but there is no promise
of spring
only the loneliness of old age
and youth faded like the pages of an old book
yellowed with time the paper losing its' supple nature
bring me spring
with fertile earth to plow
and plants to grow
that feed the world so no matter
how the wind may blow
they can still hear the birds song
and smile through their tears and pain
when life is too messed up for words