Old Feelings Poem by Vladimir Bass

As the years roll on by
while clouds paint pictures cross the sky
One moment hides its lucid face
behind a speechless pious grace
One reason drives each second forth
until its roots render a birth

The hand that once held promise,
now holds a compromise
blind passion burned a hole within your eyes
Time played its hand and pushed past doubt
you are left, wanting to be found

it was all there but now its gone
atop the peak one is alone
a hefty price to see this view
and all of this I do for you

to prove that I am more than this,
I deface page with my hearts crease
I spill my blood so that it shows,
that I feel more than others know

The truth is often left to rot
as if the future hides a plot
each day constructed like a fort
to keep ones footing sure of tort

for what is left is but a box
to brim with good intentions
and oh so many finer mentions