Time's has-been

(c) Jerry Fielden 2003


Acres, land he had

Had his money set

Lost all on a bet

It sure drove him mad



Coma sleep

Not a peep

Eyes shut clean

Time's has-been



Rode a horse, he fell

For him tolled the bell

Darkness in his mind

Ages-long, unwind




He felt a gentle touch

Was it real?

Light hand on his face

Was it real?

The one showed a love such

Was it real?

That he came back to the race

It was real




Ten years had gone by

He'd been out a while

The one gave a smile

Wiser, older, wry