The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 18 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 18

The lonely shepherd has died but his spirit lives and is now within Lamb
Hesse too is within the essence of Lamb struggling to liberate my lost soul
But this being is missing and can feel neither spirit nor essence
Darkness pervades and his shadow is lost in infinite time and space
Lamb is no longer akin to the flock and now resides in no time no space
The shepherd has lost one of his flock and searches to no avail
Not even the prophet can any longer foretell what awaits their fate
Lamb Shepherd Hesse have gone missing and are lost in eternity
Jesus has wakened from His slumber and has exploration strategy
Lucifer waits patiently in the shadows gleefully eyeing the unsuspecting prey

Days turn into weeks...
And weeks into months...
And months into years...

Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026