Anthony Joseph Erangey
Life’s journeyed maze, twists, turns, and bends,
Demands the toll, we dread to pay.
The boatman waits this very day,
To ferry us to destined end.
We contemplate the grand design
In awe and wonder, we remain.
For life’s ken be, not our domain.
Tis jurisdiction of Divine.
As Children wild, we romp, and play.
And in our teens, become aware,
That not all thoughts or dreams are shared.
There might not be, another day.
Early adults, fast forge, new ground.
Courtship, marriage, young of their own.
Some choose independence, alone.
All are ...
I'm hoping that this will see the light.
Clear and simple, untextured. Unrefined.
Memory has been elusive of late.
Along with discipline, it will have to wait.
Blurting out obscenities, not really my forte.
Oh, there was a time, but I mustn’t stray.
Is all well in Poemland, I wonder?
Some still are not struck by it's thunder.