My  Life reminds me of a fire
One that started slow then went wild
Before being tamed it ran rampant
Causing some minor damage
Enough to  scar  some landscape

So many times the fire was banked
Life became like dying embers
Waiting impatiently to be rekindled
There were times it was revived
Though never with a full roaring flame

Until it became more like a slow burner
That you  put a kettle on to keep warm
The kind that  will only simmer
But will never come to a full boil
The surprise is how it stays lukewarm

When the fire threatens to go out completely
Like smouldering coals that can't be cooked  on
That's when ennui threatens to kill  verve
Needing more  coals with a good poke and stir
Unless one  decides to  let it burn out to ashes

I have refueled since I wrote this;-)

eT