walking through the forest path;
it's been a hectic journey
as toll of age now wields its wrath
the road becomes a bit more scary.
no hands to hold, the arms are thinner
how lonelier becomes the walk
the solitude of trees are keener
can't stop for them to have a talk.
oh younger, younger, home my post
this road has always been a blast;
now simply wandering's being lost;
no crickets even I can trust
slowly, with the wobbling knees
the feeling reel, and roll, and spin
you flick the wand, for dues, for fees
and hope the world's where it had been
but darkness looms, and spreads, and fast
though no one dear stands to see
the thickets of our fate, they last
so let them be -- you should be free.
time now to sit and get some air
although to some that seems unfair!
july 2, 2021
#thelyricalheartjuly2
Source: Filipino Poets in Blossoms
