Cataracts

      There is nothing to say,
Now that were old,
And gray,

But,
With our tales of valor,
   we must yield this power,
to this childrens youthful way,

Neither
    Heart Departs,
Hoping to dig in,
  to cling on.





But after our ages,
   Upon the ramparts,
The solders drop,
   one by one,

With their heart on empty,
this heavy fog,
     settles in,

Our children unaffected,
 continue to battle,

but it seems pointless
 with you,

Because

That condensation,
burred,
our united vision.

Nasal Congestion

Were all,
under pressure,

To blow
everything out of proportion,

before we float away,
in that sudden,
gust of wind.