LIFE IN THE BALANCE

An old man’s passion

Is kindled by the dreams

Of a young man’s foolishness.

What’s left? Nothing but memories

Of a life gone so wrong. Wrong?

And the old man wonders

Can wrong be right

If wrong is the only music

He knows how to play.

Dreams echo, impossibilities

Wrapped in gossamer and dust

How can it be so? Must forget-but-

How can the unforgettable be forgotten?

The old man measures

Weighs the unforgettable

Against the unforgiveable

And realizes the balance often

Tilts in an old familiar way-

Not the answer he wanted

But it’s too late to do anything

Or anything about it now.

-September 14, 2010

 Chip Bergeron