Like frost in the cold night air,
that makes ones breath linger and float in the air
like a lost spirit seeking it's abode.
the twilight of my years seep out of my body,
yearning for the comfort that my mind calls love.
I feel only the emptiness of wasted years gone by,
In a body now in decay.
The search for a youth, I no longer have,
My mind telling me lies of what I can have.
O' mind of mine, why tell such lies,
Of a youth I will never feel again.
O' mind of mine, why tell such lies,
that make me hope that it will happen
Leaving nothing in my heart but pain.
Lost for ever on the cold night air
to disappear into the womb of emptiness
A womb without feeling or care.
By
Richard F. Barber