He lived for himself
Through the years by
And learned to care
But not for others
And when he married
Found love to feel
To be cared for in vows
Still even more dependant
But alas children came
And stole away intention
To favour resentment
For freedom and folly's loss
Once more reminding
To open wounds purelent
Of traits disliked in self
That mocked greatness
So then debt, it must be
And paid by lash of tongue
And heavy hand unjust
That cared little for them
In that world, the violence
That the world earned
Because it owed so dearly
Would fall on just one
The youthful reflection
Of a self cheated so
By no more than being
Earned the scorn beset
Yet in the passing years
When age equates weakness
And fears mortal rain down
To shake that bitter soul
Then the reality fabricated
Frays and is torn asunder
In the forces of frailty
That awaken a spectre
Too late to amend, to lie
For truth finds the hidden
Rose-coloured memories
Melt away unhesitantly
There dementia begiles
In the past are distractions
To avoid the unpleasant now
The present is unegotiating
Much like the past shared
Now recalled and decided
So alone in a world full
Resulting from their acts
To then fade away singular
Mumbling to give comfort
Amid fallacies and fictions
Created to meet the end