Ah melancholy you, melancholy me.
Twins of pains throughout our separate travels
in lands and time blown away by great
distances and choices right or wrongly
made.
You clutch dearly to your past like a child does a doll
all tattered and torn since received from her inception
from the womb that bore here into this world.
Myself in that journey I took. and of which
I am still on, I fumble in my pockets, fiddling with the
loose change of memories I have always kept close
and collected throughout time.
Both predilections in the way we cope in our
own entanglements are either
a solace, a penance, a nuisance, or
constant curse.
Why not us both seek a new habit?
You throw down your doll
I shall let my change fall
through my fingers as I grab
your hands tight in mine
and continue
our travels
together.
by Philip Wardlow March 29th, 2022
To and fro we go in life and all its pains collected along the way.
In the beginning, a Tango, feet sliding down the floor,
full of exuberant steps of youth with a crazy devil may care.
Never tiring, head up, steps sure even if we fuck up
with every other step made.
We are in motion, forward or back ,we are in motion
and that is everything to the youthful
whether in body or the heart
it is everything.
By Philip Wardlow March 21, 2022
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 