I find myself
Longing for
A time before
When all was well.
In former days
Wannabe rock star
Now watching from afar
I’d rather play.
Feeling past prime
Dreams fading
Energy spent wading
Running out of time.
On the edge
A country divided
Wrongs not righted
Out on the ledge.
Thrills expired
Duty binds
Smiles to sighs
Problems mired.
A time machine
Back to the nineties
Sweet memories
But already seen.
Wesley’s Writings 