Time Poem by Spanner Thegob

time has taken my youthful Zest,
And in its place left age
and decay.
Experience has bent and shaped this frame into a stronger man.

A wiser man?
A better man?
Who knows?

To My horrid heart, suffering
has been my greatest teacher,
The learning Experience has taught the lesson of failure,
a useful tool in the pursuit of excellence.

I had no desire to walk with the crowd,
No desire to fit in.
Solitude bent me.
Silence broke me.
There was anger in the solitude,
Sorrow in the silence,

that world was never enough.
The heart craving a home reaches out.
You reached back.
And so the heart took a chance,
I took a chance,

Guilt or grief?
Which one can I bear?