Looks like the wind of change
has slapped you in the head,
your emotions jaded,
and memory seems to have faded.

The clouds of gloom,
still over us loom,
the cloak of darkness I pray
be lifted with the dawn of day.

Alas O history,
its still a mystery,
For each other we still hunker,
instead of heading for the bunker.

The emotional scar,
is way too far,
after all this pain,
there still is no gain.

My lovely wife is so dear,
her well being is all I fear,
she'll make do with a blog
and mp3s on her ipod.

Broken is the record,
with all this discord,
I think its time to put an end,
to this Shahiri my friend.

- A poem by yours truly.