Lost In Refrain

Do you have enough stories,

have you told enough tales

 

Is your life overflowing,

with a need to regale

 

Have the roses you’ve smelled,

lined your heart or your mind

 

Is the path that you’ve chosen,

ahead or behind

 

Is your life worth a novel,

or even a poem

 

Are the years all connected,

or scattered and broken

 

If you leave only money,

or fortune, or fame

 

The last chapter unwritten

—and lost in refrain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)

A Haven Safe

I write for the

aberrate visitor,

that stumbles upon my words

 

A buried shaft

for them to mine,

a voice that can be heard

 

Each poem baptized

as a child,

redemptions holy source

 

To comfort those

in pain and loss,

escape from their remorse

 

A secret voice

for searching ears,

that wander then alone

 

A haven safe

to offer hope

—and welcome them back home

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)