A little poem I came up with yesterday …..

I’m living the backside of life and looking down
Right side up and turned around a book of past lives filled up with sight and sound

I smile a relief in knowing that only me in all of history will experience this and be bound
A secret tale only twiddly bits shared with few
Quench your ask, I won’t tell them, why should I tell you ?

Is it true that all men live these lives vain believing that know one else can suffer secret pain and hold close all that cannot be revealed even upon deathbed lain

There was beauty in the colors, hues of bright fading softly in the dusk and the comfort found in lonely black of starless night. Oh the joy of aloneness with certainty of eternal solitude

I’m living the backside of life and looking down
Right side up and turned around a book of past lives filled up with sight and sound

Tell me friend, do you long for life described, or in parties gaiety do you hide. But in a moment chance, glance , look up and deny, and in the clouds floating by stop and ponder your pride