Ode To You—

My Inevitable Groom

You’ve been the best and worst of times—

But your good years are so far behind,

I only snag glimpses

deep,

from past mind’s eye. 



They say you’re made to lift—

But for me, you cause a drift.

Your many smiling faces 

boldly glow

with beautiful grift. 



You’ve got one old catchy rhyme—

You sing it nonstop; all the time!

Using it to draw sand lines

between

theirs and mine. 



That overplayed tune—

And, unyielding, the rituals loom;

All year sweetly 

whispering, humming hymns

of doom. 



Your offerings to appease me—

To get the mood right; the seasoning,

Just not as appealing..

wiser eyes 

taste so clearly..



I couldn’t leave you if I tried—

Your tale almost old as time,

You’d find me every peak I climbed

and always

from fond eyes piercing mine. 



“Curse this day—I hope all rue!”

Historical blessings cast on you. 

Your rep holds its due;

you’re one

to be suffered through. 



I reject your appeal—

Our friendship was never real,

You only twist minds to feel

fake peace,

and winding years,

labyrinths that never yield. 



More truth for you—

Money can never undo

Years of silence;

pleas met with  

spoken violence..


The kind you never seem to see—

Always just sooo conveniently;

right when it’s time,

to examine your crimes

instead of mine. 



Your effort used to dazzle—

Now tossed beside me; rattles

loud through bones,

desperate for 

that place called home. 



Your intrusions many and wide—

Block paths I needed climb

But who cares what I say;

I should smile

and celebrate this day!



You try and make me desperate—

Show me life’s empty; desolate

That last candle, what’s left of it..

One remaining flicker 

of hope, not pathetic. 



Your games work, embarrassingly—

Well, reminds me I have knees,

And today, predictably, 

I fell;

Your victory—


Yearly cost renewed,
Hand-crafted and then fine-tuned,
versions of my own 

personal


 hell. 




So cheers, 
Here’s to you!

And your unrelenting tune!

The reason for the season. 


Ode to you—

Doom and gloom

Beginning of all reason.