Life's Labyrint. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Each day, a dance with tiny pills,
A ritual of worried skills.
Just this, I think, I do it right,
Through morning, noon, and fading light.

My life's a maze, I've walked it far,
Seventy-five years, beneath a star.
The paths I knew, I thought I'd learned,
But new turns came, my spirit churned.

These final loops, a sudden twist,
Not like the roads I'd known and missed.
A stranger's map, a different way,
Leaving me here, just day by day.