Like a wandering cloud,
I can never lose my way.
Our destiny precedes us,
Without expecting any pay.
We make efforts in earnest,
Take one step after others.
We live our lives and have our druthers.
We are surrounded by family and friends;
Parents and children take us round the bend.
We are rich; we are poor;
The seasons have given us time to explore.
I was once a tourist wandering on a Scottish moor.
I have crossed the deserts of the Empty Quarter,
When walking along pathways, I just step over the boulders.
Faith is a constant companion, an angel on my shoulder.
The road has been long; but is long no longer;
It is getting ever shorter, but fortunately I feel stronger.
I have no regrets, I miss nothing, I no longer hold on;
I feel as if floating through the waters like an aging swan.
I am a stranger in the midst;
Alone and on foot, but never lost.
I take one step at a time and accept the cost,
Serving as a guiding principle like an aging bride.
What do I have left but my self-respect and a little pride.
Your poem shows that you are well grounded and sure of your future, even though you know it may be rather short.
I'm never lost either. I know where I've been and I know where I'm going. A weekend flu/cold left me with fever and a sleepless night thinking that another bout with pneumonia would do me in. Fortunately, my immune system seems to be working quite well and I've come out with good lungs and few symptoms. As long as I can avoid these little bumps in the road, my way ahead is clear. Novels, novels, and more novels.
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I'm never lost either. I know where I've been and I know where I'm going. A weekend flu/cold left me with fever and a sleepless night thinking that another bout with pneumonia would do me in. Fortunately, my immune system seems to be working quite well and I've come out with good lungs and few symptoms. As long as I can avoid these little bumps in the road, my way ahead is clear. Novels, novels, and more novels.
Ron