...while ye may

the roses are beginning a fall blooming

in the garden

of my mothers nursing home

she was anxious to show me last night

i strolled slowly

leaving at the gate what was once between us

somewhere in that garden

i lay my burdens down
but if you asked me where

i wouldn't remember

i am getting physically tired

of holding in the light
what has long been gone into the dark
and it's stupid on my part

yesterday is gone
and so is the past

over time

life tends to grow one up

thank goodness