When so many people are away
Weighs heavily upon my soul
I do so wish I had a goal
But everything I’ve tried to do
Like organize a rendezvous
Or get more missions as a guide
Seems fraught with obstacles, denied.
Like some beached whale upon the strand
I wrestle with the job in hand
But somehow every shot misfires
And phone calls suffer from crossed wires!
I close my eyes, not keen to see
The cloud of doubt that’s following me
Somewhere I am sure there lies
Beyond this mist – a bright sunrise!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
... and a few months later, there was!
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