Flight

past, as a crow, flies
in front my eyes
memories,
few were true
many were lies
to accommodate
sleep at night
smiles in days bright
live a simple life
no conscience fight
to admire present
ignore future fright

Reflections

Faces change
beyond recognition
Shine and worth
doesn’t last
Lies unravel fast,
Clergy loses its sect
leaders forget their act
Reflections on a mirror
of truth and fact