it’s always been this way

 it’s always been this way

on the last snow sunbeam long in down

the yellow moon rises ever so slowly

under the halo of a blue frost see its crown

slips ever so slightly in a kilter skew only

in this late of day does one’s mind then drift

along cooling thoughts of thoughts turned home

and lift foot step after foot step lift

does approach distance itself to roam

to days where the days were nights

and mornings were mornings self contained

when we were young enough to set world to rights

to never countenance that what remained

of life’s mysteries were barely laid

than a snow of thoughts blown adrift

never to consider the price we paid

to reach the ferry’s route of thrift

all stranded again on another shore

we panic about for the way to go

for youth’s bank now is over drawn

and sallow is the fat of muscle brawn

for the moon is gone

the sun not dawned

all is lost in a

life forlorn

it’s always been this way