I must admit
that what I say
is such a sham.
I would say to you,
if I were still
an honest man.
I'm not you see,
for if you look,
you will come upon,
the long lost soul
of an unrepentant Son.
The loss of love
in this strange life
is what I see ahead,
for then and only then,
in this white haired head,
are the secrets that
I thought were known,
by every living man,
for instead of being
anchored to the Earth,
our feet are in shifting sand.