Thirty Eight

A lifetime lived in just one year

At least that’s how it seems to me

And what began with clouds of fear

Now ends in luminosity

I would not call it chance or fate

I simply call it thirty eight

 

I travelled into dragon’s lairs

To fairest capes and cactus plains

I visited the land of bears

And markets hid in dusty lanes

I saw creation, small and great

I roamed the globe to thirty eight

 

In matters of the heart I found

That like a drum with changing beat

I had to find my solid ground

Before I danced with happy feet

I cannot say the road’s been straight

I wound my way to thirty eight

 

The call of words was ever strong

The poet-scholar dipped his quill

The flow of ink was short and long

The script an act of wisp and will

I say to live is to create

I know it’s true at thirty eight

 

The dusk of winter brings goodbyes

As I prepare to take my leave

From gilded halls and lofty spires

To conjure up fresh city dreams

I know that it is not too late

I start again at thirty eight

 

 

Copyright 2008

 

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