Day: May 6, 2015


There is a very painful moment in life

Where you wake up and discover

That most of it is gone

That time, now moves faster than ever

And no matter how rich, successful, or happy

None of this will matter

In the end

For when the end comes

It will look the same to all of us

We will all end up alike

For dead is dead…

The end

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Last Waltz

I wore a mask

Of bad and evil

She wore a mask

of kindness and good

We shared a dance,

And she whisked along,

As beautiful as the sun

I took turns with precision and grace,

And planned for only, my own

Looking back, I have seen

The teardrop in her eye,

I could have done more

I could have opened these eyes

But I never did

And we danced along

And she aged within my arms

And smiled at my face

And the words she said,

“I’ll be yours forever”

But I couldn’t muster

Those final words in return

And now it haunts me,

Now I’m left,

with only her memories

© Dicky J Loweman 2105