A chance for redemption

                                  A chance for redemption

                            abrupt, gentle
                            crisp air, dead leaves
                            sobering truth slightly different
                            such are the seasons of my life.
                            every year a season of joy
                            a potential rebirth
                            quelled by the endless idocracy
                            of my own sageless manuevers.
                            brash insolence
                            masked by forged charm
                            indulgent upon the intelligence
                            I hide only from me.
                            the world could not get through
                            and I would not get out
                            thus remained til now
                            in arrogant darkness.
                            planting seeds everywhere
                            watching things grow beautifully
                            finally realizing if I plant my own
                            maybe then I can truly have my garden.


                                              E.L.B.