on a Sunday morning with the sun out and children at play
a man of many seasons, stares into the distance where silence
is the only thing, that will survive in this wilderness before his eyes
as his mind is wandering back into his younger days, of strife, drive
and its ultimate goals of sacrifice on the road he had taken
where meeting obstacles, rising up to its confrontations
were a way of life, taking him further onto his road to the top
where he would leave his mark, at the finish line and he did
eventually he did arrive, his fortune made, his life complete
with a 'Running mate' by his side, he had done it all, everything
he had set out for to do, it was there before his very eyes
now happiness, can be a way of life, your state of mind
or, 'The love of your life' by your side, living the happy life
but keeping it, maintaining your 'status quo' , is another thing
he didn't reckon on, he got bored, was there nothing more to life
than this to strife for, was this what it was to be, no more
excitement to find or feel
his focus gone, things started to fall apart, his 'Running mate '
jumped ship with the kids, it all ran aground, a ship was wrecked and lost
down an' out, he wondered what went wrong, maybe taking it all for granted
was a mistake he hadn't counted on, a mistake he should never have made
but then again, mistakes are a part of the game, a tool for learning' a tool of
staying ahead of the game, 'cause they always will be there, always waiting
to strike on any given day
and he did learn, lying face down onto the ground, he started getting back up
getting back onto this road, he had started out on and strayed from, much older now
he knew , time was working against him and many battles would have to be fought
getting his business back on track, making it profitable, reliable and strong again
giving what he had worked so hard for, a new reason to stay and it did it found
solid ground, he was back on the road again, now life almost never gives
second changes, this time it did and the man of many seasons, had learned his lesson
of the mistakes he had made
now looking out from his porch on a Sunday morning, with the sun out and the children at play
into the distance, where silence is the only thing that will survive in the wilderness before his eyes
he knows he has learned the hard way, but he will never stray again, even into his old age, he will
always stay ahead and at the top of his game.
(c) JR. 2023
