Just Life

I sat right on the dunes at District Hill,

Imagining I am flowing like the river Nill,

Gazing at incandescent balls of gas,

The lucent stars, the divas that shine fast

Rotation after rotation, my life is but a story

From girlish giggling to frowny lines of worry.

The adventures that followed put me to the test,

Banged the gong, gave me no respite and no rest

As I crack my old white bones desire like a jitter,

Makes me repress no memory for I am not a quitter.

And as I smile sweetly that youthful small charade,

Makes me fancy myself important like Scheherazade.

I must divulge the sweetness of love in all its forms,

Felt like a black blossom devoid of all thorns.

The lust which I have seen when men encounter money,

Makes them act like slaves to perdition's bitter honey.

And as I counsel you the day draws nearer and nearer...

When the genesis of youth becomes clearer and clearer...

Gaze upon my sapphire orbs, feel my beating heart

In the schemes of the wicked, you shall have no part!