Here’s a poem of mine. Another attempt of mine to divert us from the news.
Tracks
My tracks pursue me in the snow,
Step by step.
Tirelessly they follow me.
There is nothing I can do to stop them.
A light snow blows in my face,
Flake by flake.
Tirelessly they fill my tracks.
There is nothing I can do to stop them.
My acts pursue me in life,
Bad by good.
Ceaselessly they push me on.
There is nothing I can do to stop them.
The winds of aging whisper in my ear,
Month by day.
Ceaselessly they speed me on
Until there is no dawn.
