Thinking Poem by John A'Hern

Spending time in the thought arena
Sometimes too many for thought camp to handle.
Age plays tricks, a magician gone astray,
Words, describing, come slowly our way.
Inward chats with the main machinery,
Not always an answer, so we ponder,
How old is too old to travel the sky ways?
I listen to chuckles coming from thought land,
Deep breaths and onward like knights of old,
The land of my fathers is once again calling.
Doing ones best to answer this challenge,
The reason outweighs any thought challenge,
A time warp awaits, all as remembered.