How Or Where Will I Sail This Way? Poem by Michael Gale

A sunset lands to a smile of my face...
No toil or tormented soul or no such place.

How may i to conquor all fear? ...
What to heart is dear to here.

What lips may part to thine ears? ...
What slips may lay waste to many wasted years?

Hide us all tears...
For dear lit years.

Where has the clock done gone? ..
A newest day, as done-not won.

Where may this path to lead me astray? ...
How or where will i sail this way.

My day is done...
Not lost but won.

That was fun...
So much fun.

The day i run...
Off and into the day's spent sun.