We all only go, just so. How long before that, we really don’t know.
We hope for the best, of course, till put to the test, then hope for the easiest, the softest, most gentle way to go.
Lately, I wonder though, as time marches on and age ravages and plunders, the depths of my psyche more than body, to be honest.
And yet, I’ll plod along, perhaps write a new song – not just a cheap rhyme! I do write a song now and then! Now and then. More then than now, but you know how that goes as we grow with the vestiges of time.
I don’t know exactly about all of that, and I really don’t care! Not tonight. Tonight’s for reflection. A moment to write of my pathetic plight on this night of dereliction.