Authored: August 22, 2020

I live, I eat,
I sleep, timid.
I wake, I work,
as washer or clerk.

Was born, grew up,
dogma, a group.
To love, to hate,
put life - in Fate.

Romance, no string,
night clubs and sins.
Diners, some sparks,
moaning in the dark.

Create, conceive,
be honest, deceive.
Decisions, decisions,
harmony or division?

Now old, now weak,
the weird, and meek.
Months long, years long.
All hopes are gone.

One day, one night,
alone, with fright.
My griefs, my crimes,
thus passes a lifetime.