Rendezvouz with Glory Days

Small steps silent and sober,
Reverting aside the gold-diggers,
Mum of winds they never blow,
Beset by the unforeseen rendezvous
With the glory days…

Stepping stones for the bordello,
Peppy choirs led,
Fostering raven-like truths,
Pebbles of my river blue,
Some memoirs,
Jaded with each step,
And I’m not through
Fate’s hiatus…

Oh I feel so cold,
Through the self-inflicted pain,
I am insane,
And now we meet again,
How to greet,
How to say a “Hi”…
Two empty hands I have tonight,
Oh I am through now
My rendezvous with glory days,
We met again,
But only to say goodbye…