- New Paths -

By John Herlihy

Even here at the end of the road,

I am still seeking many new paths.

Look at me and see but an old toad,

Ready to croak. still he who laughs.

The body is old, the mind yet young,

The future rushing at me, still there.

Still feeling fresh, from dreams spun,

Still reluctant to stop going anywhere.

Things no longer stir me to madden,

Enough did happen my life to sadden.

Past life simply tucked into the past,

Sadness may linger, but will never last.

I at times do remember things I missed,

But they eventually drift into life’s mist.

There, in the distance, I see one last path,

A new one indeed, offering one last laugh.

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(c) John Herlihy 24 September 2018