Age doesn’t do you in, it’s thought
Our mind plays tricks, we’re overwrought
We cast around this sea of gales,
When our ship has broken sails…
Which way to steer? With fog ahead
Uncertainty gives birth to dread
We’ve lost our way, we drift awhile
Too sad to conjure up a smile…
Clouds gather and the thunder rolls
We feel washed up – with no real goals…
But isn’t that a lighthouse there?
I can reach it - if I dare …
From shark-infested to free-flow …
It takes time brand-new goals to know
But rest assured hope is in sight
As sunshine pierces darkest night …
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
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