Thoughts that cast their way,
Crossing the chasms between
Then and now...
Will at long last lay to rest
Upon the collectors’ brass tray.
Seemingly worth vast riches in good deeds.
Yet, in dearth of will, driven by past
regret
And whereas, vanquished verses weigh
Heavily in amassed rhyme -
The muse will last ‘ever time -
Between the chasms of then and now.
