Mind Now Only Doesgrind Poem by me poet yeps poet

There is no front
no behind
all is now but dreams
in one's
once sexy mind

we'd wished we could still
grind
but now just
have an imaginary
mind

Keeping the finale
in the fast wind
just relax
don't yourself bind

body of all humans
is of the same kind
we live till nature does
us naturally grind
and
like autumn leaves
leave us far
in the doldrums
of lost forgotten time

then the blue bells
of churches and temples chime
all youngsters enjoy
and
us mime

by then everything is fine
we have just a silently sleeping
cold
brainless
stilled human design