Never Far From Nowhere
By John Herlihy
With the clock always ticking,
The present moment just there.
The journey spread before me,
Never far from being nowhere.
A first step always the hardest,
The last cry always the loudest.
Do larks question where to fly?
Do worms question where to lie?
Lost in the forest, never been kissed,
Or the feeling of never being missed.
Life takes me where it wants to go,
Along the way, I gather all I know.
Always on the way to somewhere,
Never very far from being nowhere.
Love ya!
Jane
Cheers,
Dan
Ron
Sandie