The Perplexed Poet

Has all been said? I feel bereft;
What intriguing subjects still are left
On which I can indulge my muse?
All around - conflicting news...

We're all so busy; family ties
Or hectic deadlines fill our lives
The nights draw in; at end of day
Much easier to hide away

In cosy bolt holes, than go out
Our energy reduced to nowt!
So it's a joy when friends drop by
And share a moment on the fly...

A phone call, unexpected, brings
News of all kinds when it rings
Be it joyful, weird or sad;
Being 'in touch' makes me glad.

As each day dawns and I go out
I wonder what life's all about
We rush, haphazard through our lives
The path before us – a surprise!

(c) Poet in the woods 2019