Life, love, and sweetly aching blues

caught red-handed, stealing moments,

a mere nanosecond, of hastily borrowed time,

yes, I stand accused,

of a past, pockmarked by shrapnel skidding off the many alleyways of my life,

yes, I plead guilty,

helpless, engaged in a duel with destiny and time,

wasting away,

scribbling verses in the sand, devoid of an iota of life’s maddening, yet irresistibly seductive rhyme