what remains of my gray hair

turns a little whiter each day

aches foretell a weather change

legs once strong now grow weak

a slight tremble swirls my cup

causing hot coffee to spill

on this protruding stomach

bringing a quick flash of pain

slightly noticed not long ago

empty hours waiting to nap

sleep has become a refuge

sought more often than needed

while I try to go there these days

and yet, oh YES! I still dream


I was stopped by a different train
of thought this past night
while I wondered if or when
I could expect another drink
Maybe I would die of thirst
long before I ever returned
to my once safe haven
where I hope to wake and find
this was just another bad dream

—–Jerry Marks


An old song playing in the background
Brings back to life a faded memory
Of a time when I once had a dream
A dream that was shattered by war
Then replaced by a scripted miasma
That was cast upon a vagrant breeze
Bringing only a brief sense of loss

My heart was grasped once again
Happiness held to me a second time
Or so I came to believe as each year
Was followed by another full of joy
Joy that slowly turned to bitterness
Until it too followed a vagrant breeze
Leaving behind a worsening sense of loss

Do I have strength for another dream?
Did that old fortune teller really know
What would befall a life not yet begun
A life that was over while still not
A life where happiness and bitterness
Drift hand-in-hand on a vagrant breeze
Fettered forever by this sense of loss?

Though filled with fear I long to dream
Her meaning was never clear to me
First for pain, second for sadness
Third should finally bring happiness
Could my counting have been so wrong?
Is my answer there on that vagrant breeze?
Am I strong enough to cross that stream?

….Jerry Marks


The past is not so far back as it might seem
Time cannot be bound in long forgotten ages
Yet it was yesterday we met in our dream

True, the years go by in a steady stream
While life stumbles along in awkward stages
The past is not so far back as it might seem

Years flow past and vanish much like steam
From a kettle while the boiling water rages
But it was yesterday we met in our dream

These written words are just an empty scream
Of frustration over all those wasted voyages
The past is not so far back as it might seem

We travelled together until the years should deem
It necessary to free us from cold tarnished cages
Yes, it was yesterday we met in our dream

We, as moths are drawn to that distant flame
Until it is time to ride our curtained carriages
The past is not so far back as it might seem
And it was yesterday we met in our dream

~~~~~~Jerry Marks