after thirty years
of shirking responsibility
and
playing with fire
where only the
fallen inhabit
i find myself
amidst the angels
of security
i’m not sure
i can grow the wings
to keep up in the sky
papers flutter around me
but no longer the words
i have written
but the phrases
of a bureaucrat
who tells me it is time
to face the facts
to find the beat of
a different drummer
but somehow
a smile breaks through
the tears
