Melancholy Times

they come and, hopefully, they go

never on schedule
yet they come
these melancholy times
along with haunting rhymes

like water runs

swaying north and south
to and fro
a rusted back porch swing
two birds begin to sing

songs they know

shouting from the street
brings me back
from memories divine
if only in my mind

thoughts off track

not the only one
(this I know)
to never feel quite sane
to want to quit this game

overflow

all of this will pass
given time
laughter will rule again
please help me smile 'till then

I'll be fine

June 29, 2005