If truth were a double-edged sword, I might be a dead man

For I do remember very little that I want to recall

About those days ….

When I try to ascertain the mood of the moments then

I am well to understand only glorified journeyed musings

About those days …

We are a simple lot that lives by the delights that suggest

Our misgivings and frailties will be measured for years

About those days …

I listen to rock and roll ballads that allow me to travel

Surreal in the mystique of how well my mind may reflect

About those days …

“Sing with me just for today, the good Lord take you away”

Caresses my mind while I dance to the tune’s sermon

About those days …

Yet here we are struggling on a daily basis to understand

What plan lies ahead, what decisions to begin to recall

About those days …

We know so much more today than we did yesterday

And we wish we might reflect upon new improvements

About those days …

We do know without comment that our lusts and dreams

Will continue to be the carrot on a string screaming hope

About those days …

Wisdom and time become the masters of our universe

Seeking truth that may certainly guide our sojourn’s path

Upon this day!