A Hundred Smiles; A Thousand Tears


A dark covering has overtaken this writer in his earthly quest.
Signs of things to come and things, which are soon to end, steal my zest.
A million words on paper, is but the same as a million miles of nothing.
My thoughts and dreams; my hearts simple desire; come naught of poetry that dies beneath vanities sea.

A hundred smiles and a thousand tears have come my way throughout the years.
Friends I’ve made, some now gone; I linger still, yet with now vanquished fear.
I wonder now if there is anything that is left to say, anything undone to come my way.
How many more lines can I from broken words create, if all is said and done at the end of the day?

I have been here in this den going on five years, yet I see now the nearing end.
The questions come and questions go; should I stay, or should I…?
The answers are never simple, and the words are becoming too few.
I think I have nothing left, reality has manipulated my dreams to where nothings new.

It’s been fun; it’s been a real blast; but like all things good; I knew it wouldn’t last.
I’ll hang on; I’ll search my heart for new beginnings once again.
I’ll continue to believe that even I will find hope in writing words worthwhile
And that meaning will overcome the shallow current that steals my hearts smile.

© J. Allen Wilson 2007