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Full Circle – A Ballade
by Lyle Berry (Age: 61)
copyright 12-29-2003


Age Rating: 18 to 127

  Full Circle – A Ballade
Picture Credits: http://www.theblackdog.net/yin-yang.jpg

My miserable life is a thing I have wrought;
my miserable life is a thing I abhor.
I’ve only myself to thank for my lot -
and dreading the morn that reveals what’s in store,
I pray thru the night, just a hedonist whore.
My acts of contrition? Gratuitous stabs.
I’m losing my battles; I’m losing the war;
Destiny's waiting on cold, marble slabs.

And oh, how I yearn for that innocent tot,
who used to be me, before I knew the score -
for hopscotch and marbles – Mom’s Irish stew pot,
days simple and carefree, when friends lived next door -
the outdoors our playground – board games on the floor.
Intrigued by the frivolous things like all lads -
when recess and summer were times to adore;
Destiny's waiting on cold, marble slabs.

I’ve come now full circle; corruption I’ve bought,
bone weary and beaten, depressed and quite sore.
Apparent to me I’ve achieved what I sought;
Materialism in fact’s quite a bore -
façade on the surface conceals rotten core.
I’ve scooped up cold treasures with self-serving grabs,
ignoring the battered, the sick and the poor.
Destiny's waiting on cold, marble slabs.

So end it, now end it; I cannot take more;
these worries are torrents – not mere dribs and drabs!
My spirit is drowned, sheer existence deplored -
Destiny’s waiting on cold, marble slabs.




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01-08-2004 Nancy Pawley    

Haunting poetry, Lyle.
Nancy
12-30-2003 Pepper Basham    

Fantastic, Lyle - as usual. What a marvelous gift you possess!!!!! Powerful pictures through words expressed here.
12-30-2003 Kay Lee Kelly    

The end of the year brings out the woe
in from the cold with no place to go.
I feel the pain from so far away.

THe days so long gone, are calling to us
the mummer gets louder with each passing
day.
DO I have to tell you just how much
this has touched me?
As always,,,, very well done.
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