Writing is not always an easy task,
Sometimes it leaves me feeling malaise.
So I will simply end this poem,
By using the word mayonnaise.
Watching the snow fall down from above,
While Sammy and I are lying in bed.
Silence is pierced by screaming winds,
And all of the voices inside my head.
Watching the rain fall from the sky,
Yet I’m inside safe, warm and dry.
And while our conditions are far apart,
A dark storm rages within my heart.
Time is flying faster than the wind,
Most of my years are now behind,
One regret causes my soul to burn,
I wish I had been more kind.
I am not the man I was,
Nor am I the man I will be.
So I guess I have to settle,
For being the man that is me.