W.O.T.D challenge – using Auld Lang Syne
Viscosity of life
thick, gel-like quality
today at least, to me
Long gone are the days of innocence
the joy of living
unconditional hope, boundless love, received
lightness of spirit, reciprocated
They sing of years gone by, friends forgotten
olden times fondly remembered.
cherish those memories, those friends, the good times.
I can’t hear love, hope, cheer
it is not possible to tell
body language speaks of togetherness, connectedness
but the tune is mournful.
It prompts in me a yearning
for a return to that childlike state
when concerns were as deep as
what’s for dinner
a smile, kiss, cuddle
I need a return to that peace
to the fluidity and weightlessness
I can no longer trudge through
this suffocating fug
for Auld Lang Syne.