tarradiddles

words are expensive
and you're broke.

a prairie waltz

as green as suburban grass
we know not the expanse
of time. and at the expense
of innocence
we wander.

on long plateaus,
long espoused
to weeds and wonder,
the peaks and valleys of reason we ponder
expatiating fortune's vicissitudes.

tracing fine lines
of jackal's tricks and labyrinthine minds
the road is often lost,
taking more than sunshine now to melt the frost
of age.

we can no longer love, unabashedly.
we know to much to live, irrationally.
it is the onus of the young
to bite their tongue
or be a flibbertigibbet.

the old doff the curtails of youth
and speak their mind uncouth
fearing not what others think
only living to drink
in life.

and before the days grow darker
than the nights of halcyon slumber,
we learn that life is a choice
an affect of our voice
live it, be or die.