I’m puzzled at chimes Of nursery rhymes and children’s books. That silent cry, child-like whimpers, Inaudible tremblings of crooks Lost in the woods, A break of the twig that lay in our way, That shuffle of leaves in a shadow's cast Short is this path ‘neath their boney branches, nothing more and nothing less
Still the slightest of breeze, the softest of rain, the short hand of time erasing our passing We listen to only the notes that we choose Acting surprised at the way that you answered When did you decided to leave the woods?Leaving your toys, the bear and the owl Abandoning things once deemed important, To embrace the fears of graying years. Forgetting to laugh, Trying to be strong as your heart just grew tired, Your hands too frail to hold on to the rails, And the future, a joke, A collecton of mirrors that show what’s behind you Life capsulated inside the honey jar, A few lines remembered, jotted down, A few lines from the book of a child To capture your life undefined Lost in a struggle, Confused,
Words and pieces in the puzzle of “you” Now nothing remains of those days in the sun
..... you finally got back to that house at Pooh corner by one.