What we do is indifferent to time. Have a great day!
Change is happening; its style is not static.
It can’t be bound; it’s usually problematic.
You can keep it at bay…. only for a while.
Adjustments are needed that you’ll have to compile
that’ll help you adapt and survive.
Its disguises are many; some hard to detect.
Oft times it may come…. at a time you expect.
But it’s often sneaky and you’re caught unaware
and you wonder how it happened that you didn’t prepare
and you turn to your senses to revive.
Change is constant; always present in life.
It will come to your body, to your car, to your wife.
It will come to your thinking or the size of your pants
you’ll see it in your uncles and grandmas and aunts
as each coming year passes by.
There’s nothing to do to keep it away.
Some adjustments might help to keep it at bay.
But time will march on with change at its side
so look for adjustments to ease up the ride
and lay back and smile at the sky.
copyright 2013 t. j. gargano
A Time To Change
It is with puzzled heart, I write,
poems of nothingness, so contrite,
that even I, at times, deplore;
my thinking is, to write no more.
Why do we write…. I ask of me.
I wrangle for but cannot see
or find the answer deep within,
a heart who’s smile is now a grin.
The pain of failure is like a sting.
The last poem written; no more to bring.
The words that once flowed straight and true
are now a trickle in numbers… few.
The words together on deaf ears fell.
Their clarion call…. an empty cell.
Words to reach to those of choice
now fall in sorrow… in silent voice.
Someday the words might flow again
into a poem whose origin
may entice more hearts to chance and read
and give new life to words in need.
But until then I’ll journey far
in cyberspace across the bar,
and try to find a place that’s right
above the shade of fading light.
And when I do, my heart will smile
and split into a million tile,
each of which will hold for you
a wish of love to see you through.
My wish will be, not a journey long,
but one straight forward into the throng
and settle down to set up view;
write my heart in a place that’s new.
My thanks to all of you who cared,
to you who came and you who shared
a part of you that warmed my heart
of which you’ll always be a part.
copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano