Forever Turning. Poem by Ray Sinclair

This life of promise, pain and hurt,
Spring shoots break through crusted dirt.
Youth long faded, old bones that ache,
labels you thought mattered, only fake.

Frozen rivers, await the thaw,
barren trees flower, natures law.
Child of change, you became old,
storms that raged, did you hold?

Moon lights the night, sun shines by day,
All that lives, will decay.
Permanent, just an illusion?
fools feeble mind, mortal confusion.
Boats on moorings ever turning.
change will come, are you learning?

What a drama this life you've led,
chasing illusions, your heart has bled.
You must be brave, must never hide,
Such a beautiful play, life's worth the ride.


Written by Ray Sinclair on 20/08/16
© 2016 Ray Sinclair