Musings

Unperturbed I trudge old and gray

Rife with wisdom to point the way

I think of Mother with her bead

Charging her children to succeed

And Dad who would encounter all

Family first in times of pall

Now I find my adventure near

And wonder why to persevere

The past is done and joined at best

With regrets and gains put to rest

Glancing back to mood molding years

I treasure both my highs and tears

I hear the songs of yesteryear

The many tunes of joy and fear

At dawn's first light the end is born

The course for life is hope or scorn

Who does not muse what really should

Or sadly learns it never would

And still beneath each piercing light

A manner learned to do what's right

Perhaps a spirit carved for you

To love and love and love so true

Trust fate to tend this love so strong

Graced by providence to prolong

The way is far yet near for some

Life's travails end for everyone

No longer fresh to steer the day

Your voyage toils now spent away

Is there one to prevail in place

Or must a stranger find the trace

Grieve the soul when a line is shed

What has been wrought is only read

At most avoid this destiny

Chartered for some to never be

Chance your will with your self-esteem

Rrach for rainbows and find your dream