Sunday, 25 February 2018

Poem: Reaching The Promised Land

An elder's advice:

I Stand a little Amazed,
When All I do is phaze,
All those shiny promises from my face,
To see through the future like an open lace.4

I stand a little amazed,
When I cross life's perplexed maze,
To view across the blue sea,7
That which my future is eager to see.

I stand a little amazed,
When across the sea, I paced
To rehearse my future's echo
In stanzas of sweet melo'.12

I stand a little amazed,
As I rehearse joyfully, to find,14
Choruses of beauty, that suits my kind,
Leading zealously fast into my promised land.