VICTORY

The numbers trick me
They make me think
I've only been alive
A few dozen years or so
But I have been alive
Much longer
Or so my intuition tells me

Who writes these bad verses
Who pretends to be eloquent
Actually, they're very plain
And without a spark
But they do utilize
The letters of the alphabet

They wait for us
To play our hand
But they can afford to wait
Our time,
On the other hand,
Is quite limited

There were dusty roads
Lined with trees
Trees that were bursting
With green leaves
A thousand years ago
In what is now France
Where people walked
To the nearest town
To celebrate
Another year of country living

What will we find
On that final day
That really is not so final
We hope that it will be
A new beginning

We should give thanks
For each ray of sunshine
That brightens
The dark corners
Of our lives

I can only look back so far
And then the memories
Become dull around the edges
And hollow in the middle

Stones will be crying
Beside the river
Our voices will be silenced
Shouldn't we acknowledge defeat
If we do,
Will we find victory