My World Poem by Barry Middleton

my world is not the same
my house destroyed by time
my body weak and tired
at least I have my rhyme

although I sense a breeze
my inspiration's verse
has shifted to the west
for better or for worse

the cold has settled in
no fire can warm my night
my vision too must fade
then I will lose the light

above the windy sea
a bird turns to the shore
I watch him while I can
till I can watch no more

I struggled with the storms
I paid a heavy cost
and I will struggle still
till finally all is lost