A golden earring in the ear
Mirrored shades upon the face
Tassled hair at shoulder length
To fly in the wind’s ebrace
Reaching arms
outstretched and lean
Body game and tight
Hoping for the best in fun
Yet ready
for worst in fight
Facing veracity
straight ahead
Finely honed to a steely face
Miles of thought
alone in the breeze
On the brow
an incorrigible trace
When good was best
as opposed to bad
The latter
a wish to disperse
But time and wisdom teaches best
The last to attend to first
Change it comes
no matter when
A past with no refute
If the future held
only good
The destination
would always suit
But moot is wishing
recollections erased
Scars forever vex
Vindictive memories
such as these
When ride hard
Die hard
Hard and fast
Was all life meant to me
Lance Marafiote©04/2010
