A Portrait : Relationship Poetry

We are all children inventing an adult facade

Putting it on and trying to stay clean and neat

Never any thought we would have to remod

Sitting back blindly admiring our grand feat.

The adult we pretend to be convinces oneself no limitation

The game is worth the risk, the risk is worth the game you see

Lest we be unmasked as a grotesque imitation

Of what we had believed ourselves to be.

Ever seeking by ones side a place to rest and sit

Better be cool, showing inner peace is the best

But only trying to display fantastic charm and wit

Could never overcome ones outer obnoxiousness.

From amid the ramblings and the silly rhymes

Life goes on as we ever make our descent

And at those unknown places, at those unknown times

There will be less and less of me present.

It is cold outside and kindness and affection

And gentleness build a nice warm fire inside

Leading to years and years of warm reflection

Of nostalgia of the sad smile and the misty eye.

Why all the sadness and why all the fuss

For life is ebbing with a tick and a tock

Today we each have one day less everyone of us

And joy is the only thing that will slow the clock. . . . .

                                                                       Nobody Special