Halfway To Where? - Poem by Mark Dillon
Sitting at my desk typing a c.v.
for a job i'm not sure i want.
I just wanna dump it and watch t.v
or take my car for a jaunt.
but cash is short and
there are bills to pay,
so I must deal with this without delay.
I'm the wrong side of fifty and not as nifty,
and I'm not where I thought I would be.
But thats life more or less, things happen I guess
that we can never forsee.
I'm restless I know for some way to know
what my fate will decree.
Are there people and places and some new graces
that I have yet to see, or more
new quests, challenges and tests still
in store for me.
Sometimes you just have to reset your compass
and keep your goals in sight.
Not just sail on aimlessly, or give up without a fight.
When a fog rolls in, and the waters get rough,
and you think you can't make it, and things seem so tough.
It's then you need to hang in there, you've got to keep the faith.
Remember, there's good reason you got this far,
and lifes road is not always straight.
So, I.m gonna print this off and send it forward,
hoping to get good news.
Have me some coffee, read a good book,
then catch the evening news.
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