Soliloquy

Wakes up to find the Sun up and about,
Hurries to get his satchel and clothes now
As for the reality of life he has no doubt
Pecks Mother on a cheek and to Father bows
Rushes to find the day welcoming and fun
What a vain way to conceal a future with none.

Turns on the light to find a speck of hair,
Underneath his otherwise glossy chin,
It dawns on him, the truth bitter and bare
He has finally lost the innocence he was in
Screams on top of his lungs to register shock
The Gods above sneer and abuse some mock.

Life rushes past him, he has no time to see
The whims and fancies he was proud of once
Spends time emulating the man he wants to be,
But it is protest and outrage in his blood that runs
Fury, indignation and anger he tries to vent
He’ll regret later and ask where these years went.

The flames of burning passion consume him in whole
Looking into the eyes of his beloved he knows
That satisfaction has finally entered his soul
Pleased and conceited for the life that he chose
There had never been a time better, nor will be
The touch and kiss of tenderness set him free

Wakes up one fine morning and finds a wife
Sleeping contentedly beside him while he has to run
He has lost that inflamed vigour and ardour for life
Looks for help from above but sadly finds none
He has now made promises he never intended to
This feeling of repugnance was something new.

Limps around the house that he once helped build
Picks up his walking stick and is just about to begin
Looks into his grandson’s eyes and is thrilled
But finds a stranger in the place where his son had been
The son who once said, “Dad, why doesn’t my life seem straight?”
Teary-eyed, he had replied, “Turn 68, you’ll renegotiate.”