what's left

almost gone and what's left

what was I at my best

how do I differ now

is there anything left to give

i am no empty shell of my past

I really am more than i ever was

yet at times if feel like less

the fertile ground of my life sustains me

as my life is condensed to it's core

I may be lucky to be left with the best qualities

rather than boiled down to petty fears and hate

i flow with ease and see beauty all around

the crimson beauty of my sunset warms me totally

i return the warmth by sitting on the shore and gaze

with admiration at the sight of life moving forward with a glow

©paul viel 2004