Life has me walk
This reach alone,
To suffer gauge
My weary bones,
With body’s age
I now but trip,
Upon this road
Lacking the fit,
Youth so defined
Tells be the image
Of ebbing time,
With faint recall
Can now but pine,
For home of old
When we explored,
First living bold
Did create lore,
Worth being told
Sufficient to entreat,
What equates hope
Though incomplete,
We’d learnt to cope
Life’s fickle sweeps…
I walk alone
In faded colours,
Upon this road
Of no return,
Held be my destined keep!