Rummaging

Rummaging am I .....

Rummaging am I the chit today,

My lost chequered days’ remnant;

The days were like a mountain rill,

Too turbulent to be any poignant.

Churned they lyrics many,

Yet too discontented to settle;

Stymied by imperfections,

Yet eager to prove their mettle.

Assertions they made myriad,

But were they never clouded;

Bold utterances, never musty,

Silhouettes easily permeated.

My happiness was cherubic free,

Romped like-spirited vagabond;

My sadness never decreed, yet it

Urged to the tide, with aplomb, beyond.

Rummaging am I ....