Askance

    Poetry redeems itself and

    But covers up the details

    Of life its trials and

    Tribulations giving the

   Ultimate perception a

  New skin while decades roll by

  What is not what it is

   To be and yet then you have to

  Keep singing for the sake of
 
  The lyrics its pathos overwhelming

  You and in askance the gaze

  Lifts up to the sky which pretends

  A Mute spectator to your fables and foibles

 Forgotten aspirations were there any

  No not really

  Any wish or lurking dream to be someone

  Someplace somewhere

 Doing some other thing

 No entertaining such thoughts

 A Cloak of Ambition torn

 Asunder and the Tapestry with

 Parchments while

 Existence smiles a cruel  smile

 Reminsces of Past

 The Dirty deeds

 Frustrations of the Youth

 Of a World gone

Awry

The Revolving Door of Deception

Diabolical Blueprints

Of This Planets Inhabitants

Askance only to know

That The Overdraft has been

Withdrawn and

No more in store

What then have we

To pass on Your

Very Own and

Not so Own but still

All Our

Childrens' Childrens' Childrens'

A Wrinkled Smile feeling

Sorry about the state of

Existence to be

Askance  where

How do we pass on the

Conscience of

Our very own Greed and

The Plunderers' Blunder

 How do we sew it up tight

Right on Time

For them to Breathe

Do Something Dammit

Its time for

Taking the Long Ride

Give it to them

Even if an Insane World

No more askances

There is no Redemption

Just fill up the potholes

And pave the

Road to Nowhere

They will make  all the

Inns the stops

And Travel

In Highways built on

A Just Order where thereare

No sides on its edges

Its Overdrive

And  there are no

More Sulking and

Guilt pangs

And No Askance at

Creation

Forget It

The Sky has gone to Sleep

But the Day breaks

Any way

Announcing the

Terrestrial Sojourn and

Its

Schedule of

Surprises