ol' hige

so many choices but the one that's made
will matter when the day has ceased to run
hidden from eye of the intruding sun
we find some reason just to be afraid
of what we thought would not have reached the grade
the purpose of the blow is not to stun
but kill naught matters when its done
we are not in it just for the parade
no silence now instead the voice of ire
revealing much that should not have been said
until the bird was safely in the bag
but that is not a problem for the buyer
who waits in anger tinged with fiery dread
for the next coming of the hungry hag

a different eye

 

a different vision means a different eye
what is achieved becomes an essence
what makes us think may also make us sigh

your words will never make the aged spry
we speak of nothing but obsolescence
a different vision means a different eye

too soon we speak and then we have to cry
at the passing at the evanescence
what makes us think may also make us sigh

what rivers were too soon have all run dry
well-known the cause of sudden deliquescence
a different vision means a different eye

we give ourselves and know we are passed by
the only symptom is our acquiescence
what makes us think may also make us sigh

how soon the sun has fallen from the sky
how swift has vanished all its luminescence
a different vision means a different eye
what makes us think may also make us sigh