Sometimes I look back,

Wishing I hadn’t waited,

For perfection, …

In wastelands,

Riddled with holes,

Dreams are nurtured, …

When the world,

Told me to listen,

And by happenstance, …

Looking back,

On days gone by,

Often feel sweeter, …

To get stuck,

Or rained upon,

Is a part of life. …

In springtime,

They come out to graze.

Freely running around, …

In younger years,

I tried hard,

To stand out. …

Everything gets old,

Waiting to fold.

Even iron, …

There is little choice,

But to smilingly accept,

The daily complexities, …

Some days just need,

Sugar and cream,

Helping the bitterness, …

I am filed,

Incognito,

Amongst the many. …

No matter how hard,

Every day I try,

I cannot find a way, …

Past its prime,

With broken limbs,

Bare branches, …

I used to watch,

With waited breath,

For our postman to arrive. …

There are many ways,

To complicate life.

The easiest I find, …

When the stones,

Felt lonely and cold,

Flowers rained down, …

It is in the midst,

Of shadowy reflections,

Where I often find, …

We grow old,

Give advice,

Hand down recipes, …

I sat still and watched,

As she painted the wall.

Gentle brush strokes, …

It was the meaning,

Behind unspoken words,

Written in her eyes, …