THERE IS BEAUTY IN DECAY

NOT ALWAYS BUT STILL

TIME CHANGES EVERYTHING

THE DULL ACHE OF YESTERDAY

THE FAINT HOPE OF TOMORROW

TUGGING AT YOUR SKIRT

IN EQUAL MEASURE

THERE IS BEAUTY IN DECAY

SOMETIMES

RUNNING FINGERTIPS OVER OLD SCARS

SIMPLY TO RECALL THEM

THAT BOOK WHICH YOU FORGOT YOU READ

THE HOOK OF A SONG LONG FORGOTTEN

SO MUCH SO YOU THOUGHT YOU WROTE IT

BUT YOU DIDN’T

BEAUTY AND DECAY

HAND IN HAND CLASED TIGHTLY

CONJOINED

MARCHING ON

ALONG THE TWISTED PATH OF INEVITABILITY

THROUGH BUSH AND BROOK AND OPEN ROAD

I STILL PREFER DISGRACEFULLY_