My Name is Jerry

Do I stand here lost and forlorn?
Do I wish I'd never been born?
The cosmos swirling round my head,
I search my soul, but it is dead.

Incidents happened long ago,
To put me in my funk and woe.
How to right the wrongs I have done,
When I thought I was number one.

A postmortem life I do lead,
Many lonely tears I did bleed.
I tried to solve life's mystery,
Looked for my name on the marquee.

Spitting into destiny's wind,
I fought, fell down, got up and grinned.
Found lovers to soothe my jaded soul,
But they could never make it whole.

The paths I trod were decadent,
Searching for me in my wild hunt.
I scoured the countryside, I did,
Wishing for things that were forbid.

Each step I took, it was all wrong,
Found myself going with the throng.
Not where I wanted me to be,
Wandering around life's sad debris.

I changed course, I altered my path,
More than once, I still felt the wrath.
Once I knew that I was a sham,
Hell bent and not giving a damn.

The roads I have taken were cruel,
But I learned never to trust fools.
The end of my life I've no shame,
I'm just Jerry, that is my name.

©August 26, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton