Every Passing Second by Arthur L Wood – Original Poem

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Alone again, aimlessly wandering the street,
A memory of my dog accompanies my grief,
A tune of eden chimes for me, but I am in still school,
Not quite in, not even out, lonesome as a leaf
Floating on a motorway where it does not belong.

But I am going here, in my new walking boots,
The cold air kisses me, as I greet the blessed day;
I want to be a kinder man, with everyone involved,
As I steer my absent will toward my favourite café,
To drink a cup of coffee, to work out right and wrong.

I smile with the sun, but I feel a taste of woe,
For I go uninvited, and the friends I tried to make
Are friendly with the others, while I remain alone,
A leopard on a mountain path, a woodthrush by a lake,
A troubadour without a single listener for his song.

Beneath the tree I ceased, and I didn’t need to speak,
I didn’t need to eat, and I didn’t need to think,
And I didn’t need to be beloved; but there I was relieved,
At the final resting place, where glory was my drink,
And every passing second was so very long.