When I was young the days and nights lasted forever

Now my days gallop away like Dartmoor ponies into the mists of time

spent much “time” looking for rhyme

………and reason

spoutin’ lyric about treason

writing conscious words from my heart

not caring for the art

of word-smithery

and all of it’s trickery

shunning fame and it’s gimmickery

trying to learn lessons from history

waking up to find the mystery

was no mystery……after all

Now the leaves start to fall

and another year has gone

I’m still searching for that song

….the one that got away

the one where I got to say

how much I loved you…!

But the days slip into years

Memory rusts with my tears