Poem: 'Scars' by John J. May

'Halcyon Days' by Brendon McConville

Scars

I flee from

the race

against my face

for I know

things I sow

damage my skin

and other things within

a mirror has spoken

confidence broken

it’s then I rage

at damaging age

two eyes stare

at what will not repair

a beating heart knows

from a mind flows

our fleeting youth

captured wild truth

days of wine and roses

yes gone, now reposes

memories I treasure

as LIFE is my pleasure

John J. May

September 2025