I think it's a slippy sliding sleigh...hope it is , 'cause that's my poem.
As Simon and Garfunkel sang, "Slip Sliding Away".
Don't tell me fairy tales.
Stories for innocents.
Romantic nonsense
That you never meant.
Lullabies at bedtime.
Tales for old men
Crutches for my fears
Now and again.
And don't try to cover up,
What is reality,
When life doesn't mean
Very much more to me.
Though I fill my glass,
Yet the wine has turned sour.
And time slips away from me
Hour by hour.
Can I believe today
Those stories of yesteryear.
When songs were sung and friends
Were always so near.
Is this the sum of it all
Here on the top of this hill?
Waiting my turn, praying
I don't take a spill.
Nothing to do anymore
Simply to let the past go.
Loosen the cords and gladly
Give thanks for the now.
I'm thankful for now.
For the gift of the present.
