Lost Sheep Poem by Boston Kelley

A lost sheep, am I, who has wandered from the herd;
mindlessly do I travel, not knowing the pathway before me.
Life charters a journey for each soul, yet the journey
I know not the final destination.
The winds bluster into my face and the sun blinds my eyes;
any clarity I once had has become distorted.
These grasslands offer much, but last little; each strand
has a delicious taste, but a bitter aftertaste.
Where have I gone? What is this new land I arrive to?
Direction I had been given which has been lost; my
loving shepherd, whom I knew, I have abandoned.
His voice echoes across the plains, urging me back to him;
the call of the other sheep do I hear but refuse to turn to.
What arrogance could consume me, to believe I can
survive on my own?
What could possess me to think I am capable of
this way of living?
Life's troubles hammer away at me; melancholy pours
forth from each crack.
As I wander, this life will not be orderly; I am a slave to
my every whim and desire.
As shifting as the winds I am, for one place this sheep
cannot be.
Lest I find the herd, peace and prosperity I shall regain;
lest I wander, a doomed existence I am promised.