Dark Day

It came on like a

dark wave

Drags us down

no escape

We try to

be brave

But our words

betray

It really

feels grave

Wish we could

be saved

But it seems like

the end of days–

Yeah, it’s a

hard day

Yeah, it’s a

hard place

Not sure

we can take

Another

Good Friday.

At My Age

I’ve been the hero

and been the villain

Know what it’s like

to come out winnin’

Know what it’s like

to fall down sinnin’

For so long

I never fit in

Nowadays,

I’m just comfortable in

my own skin.

*My Ruminations on Turning 50