Knowing Many Knights

Been waiting for
some Monday morning
time to start again
back and forth and still

the knowing
retirement will end. 

Or not. They make it heavy
more so than before
with their funny money
savings are no more.   

With their please come in
get senior send-off kits
all the little saviors
make a point

you're it. 

Blessed be the solitary
souls who want to live
rise up in the morning
share a bit

finish.

View the universe at night
outside near the grill
train of sat lights overhead
God waiting

what a thrill.   

More like macabre endings
the Poe in me awake
have a good night

devil's nodding

tip-toe out out
grill steaks.  

Everyone's a knight sometime
battling dark wits
Joan of Arc our girl 
in charge 

sees what religion is.   

We are knights of daylight
years spent in our cars
honk and wait the baking
air miles waving hard.  
 
Run me up some meadows
breezes warm and quick
with a hidden lake so near
Nonie and walking sticks. 

Why not?  I am an old knight
born of the wicked kingdom
waiting in the wings we are
reaching for new wisdom.    

Lover too of light and meaning
source of what is good
everywhere the children sing
miss those window tunes. 

There really are no beaches
for land that's been abused
sand is not a punishment
and govs don't make the rules. 

heaven given lightly
seniors who don't submit
knights who know the
meaning of '63 and this.     

 © 1 hour ago, David Thomas