Undispersed Love In the dark winter of his barren life, he looked back upon the years he had seen, The tall green trees had grown so bare, while the yellow flowers wilted, There must have been times when he laughed but they were few and far between, Now he groaned in travail unable still to let go of the grip that kept him stilted, Why had he let the lonely days swoon by without one quick revealing smile? Like hungry rivers they explored voracious valleys seeking a willing source, It would've cost him nothing to listen, to lead, to give, to help, to share awhile, Yet, he chose to hoard the fertile essence of love, a disguised matter of untold course, Head bent low he squinted into the flooding sorrow filled sunset, with a deep unresolved stare, Blurred faces picked and stung a rippled saddened mind, his stabbing song of deep remorse, He had endured such a vacant lonely life, without others ever suspecting how much he cared, As the bitter end grows near, he longed for once to see a happy man who could laugh unforced, Instead, wind blew the haunted wasted truth across the tattered face in mocking memory, Too late resistance grinds a stubborn path inside the heart as sure as the rain does pelt, He had forged a crop of unsung soul and unshared gifts in the field of pointless misery.
Epitaph: "Another unknown man called by his name cast life aside like new forgotten belt.
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