Enough Is Enough

Enough says this old man; the journey is too long; I’ve had enough.

Weariness of days chases the night; I realize now that I don’t belong.

I grow tired of the battle against all the rights and all the wrongs.

Enough is enough, for I am so tired of being in the silence alone.

Grief groups galore; kids come to say hello, more sounds out on the lawn.

People come and people talk, yet outside the sound I find myself overdrawn.

So enough is enough as the days draw to a close; for the time has come for me to pass on the torch to another forgotten one.