Dreams lost,
like golden fields
of youth.

Hay bales dapple
my mind;
if only that
appaloosa could
nibble me now.

Dandelions and clover
for the
pretend wife,

a **** dog and
lots of lonely
acres for the
real boy.

Life wears me out with
its twists and turns
and hairpin curves.
I keep waiting for a long
peaceful stretch of
highway, bathed in
the rising sun;
a golden wheat field
to the left, a moss covered
pond with dragonflies to
the right.

The road turns to
gravel and rapidly
climbs uphill.
There are signs along
the way that promise
the world.
The road becomes narrow,
turns to dirt,
and ultimately disappears.

Dawn will crackle with
madness, and a sad
soul sickness, that
breeds an all too
familiar
incomprehensible fear.

It's such hard
work to get that
click, to be okay;
to see the squirrels and
smell the leaves,
to lick the lice off the
sparrows and the grackle.

It was as simple as
turning off a light, or
crushing a bug.
He realized early
that reality had
a brutal side;
band aids didn't
stick to his heart
so he checked out;
he disassociated with
the scenery around him,
and created a kinder
world, with no
brutality or cruelty.

And then one day
he built a
sailboat made of
cardboard and silk,
and just sailed away.
There were no
shadows as he
smiled at the
putrid, bright sun.

MRS TIMETABLE

     Tick Tock, Tick Tock
The second hand fly’s
We can’t stop time
Everyone is born and everyone dies

Make the best of everyday
Let Love flow from your heart
Better how life is together
Then it is to be apart

The world is impossible on its own
Let alone we fuss and fight
In the end does it really matter
Who was wrong and who was right

Stop listening to the media
As they only tell us lies
Jesus says love is the answer
His word is the only one that applies

We all need to love as much as we can
And for as long as we are able
Because we all live under the same
Rules of MRS TIMETABLE

Written By:Charles Kean
06/23/2023
Dedicated to MRS TIMETABLE
Thank you for your heart and spirit
And inspiration, God Bless!!!