How many?

How many times have I

Listened to rain-drops and not

Told the stories they sung?

And how many tears have I

Seen in others eyes just to

Forget the stories they begun?

Caught up in a rat-race in

The savage chase of the

Almighty profit

Did I forget my true calling to

The penny’s caterwauling?

Shit! Tell me, where along the

Way that I dropped it.

Awakened as if asleep in a

Dream that I haven’t really

Liked from the start

Is the truth I forgot that who I

Truly am isn’t as important

As the truths I must impart..

So much like Rip Van Winkle

Who dozed in the shade to

Awaken so many years hence.

To find life doesn’t give back

What is taken, in fact time

Takes more with no thought of

Recompense..

How many rain-bows gave

Such color and splendor while I

Saw only the black and white?

What battles were fought and

Destinies sought that I didn’t

Save for all time?

What a shame for me to claim

I paid attention to the game

When the truth is I fell by the

 Wayside

Now I know where I failed and

New wind fills my sails.

I shall sail on the next coming

Tide..

Chris

6/15/12