I live in memory of times gone by,
the present beckons to me in the wink of an eye.
What shall be my future, when will time be one?
Each day I rise to meet again sunrise and setting sun.
Between the two I live and love, the best is yet to be.
Oh good and bad and sane and mad are you all made for me?
I try, I see, I let it be, I wonder why I die.
Is my task, I dream, I ask to make truth from a lie?
Life is real and life is rough, oh evil, hate and woe.
I name your names, I see your shames, oh Devils go, go, go!
The ingredients are rough and raw, a cake I wish to bake.
Love and laughter, smile awhile, forever give and take.
Whiskey at the wake.
16th June, 2016