Poetic Dirge

A Wreck

I'm not as young as I used to be.

Life did not go together the way I thought it would.

Now I can't go back and it can't be undone.

Family, school, jobs, dates, cars, living spaces passed me by.

The dust covers my memories.

The hills fill with the sound of crows as the sun sets,

I am reminded that the future is now my past.

I sit in my folding chair looking over the ravine into the distance.