I Ride the Wave
Of life.
I ride the wave, the wave of life
the weather’s destination,
is on the shore and there is more,
as I move on inclination.
I ponder previous principles,
things adhered to in the past,
seen through abstract visuals,
though very few will last.
I find my mind wandering,
to trips out to the West,
and I can’t help wondering,
if I’ll put thoughts to the test.
Driving down the mountain track,
I feel at home again,
the moment I am coming back,
I hear the old refrain.
The whistle of the mutant breeze,
and crunch beneath my feet,
signs of a recent winter freeze,
makes my life complete.
I write and despite the truth,
I’m old, though feel so young,
a place I wish to stay,
out in the sticks among.
The raptures of the night sky,
The Shining Milky Way,
beckoning me onwards,
swiftly till that day.
To a place where the race,
is over and I’ve won,
I hope I’ll hardly leave a trace,
when the race is run.
There are whys and then there are wherefores,
the where have I come from,
signals sent in semaphores,
I now, rely upon.
©
David Rudder
2024
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