I walk through the forest of life
lost in the denseness of its foliage
too old am I to worry of life’s wrath
too young to give in to age
If I could but justify life’s truths
resign myself to the outrageous path
of the betrayed, to creep among souls
and to not feel the aftermath
I have faced life with its rights and wrongs
rejoiced with its pleasures and jest
wept with the blood of the betrayed
and still I forge ahead, hoping for its best
But I know it will never be mine
my sanity suffers this life’s cruel span
its dreams of reality made false
by realities, the useless hopes of man
Dee Garner
© May 3, 2009


i love your words and the haunting feelings they instill...and simply WOW on the GOLD well deserved














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