Desirable

Back in the day
were things simple?

Are these crinkles
here to stay?

Was time less hurried
when we knew less?

To conceal is to bless
so truth stays buried

Is our tomorrow
really desirable

Or even advisable
amongst our sorrow?

Headstone.

In the city,
there are too many sounds
so,
we ask for too many pounds

I find peace,
where the headstones lay
with those,
who long for yesterday

or do they?

It is among the many,
that loneliness calls
so,
upon the weak darkness falls

So the sun has risen,
above the cloud,
The “I” in me,
moulds in the crowd