I didn’t write yesterday
And felt a little dismay
Courage wasn’t part of the fare
Disenchantment too, was not in play
It was a Monday, gray, wet and cold
All plans were put on hold
The body aches at a certain age
Puts one in a state of rage
I think now of days gone by
Friends I had and all the dreams
Most are gone. I am alone it seems,
But as for dreams, I still keep them alive
The elements have a way of pulling you down
Tempt you to give up the ghost
But the excitement of just living
Will not allow me to begin to coast
Some are through with adventure
Real living for them is over
They seem to have forgotten ambition
Are satisfied with their fields of daisies
I still long for the hills
The ups and downs they give
Keeps the thrill of victory alive
My hopes for as long as I live
Stanski
October 22, 2019 ^
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