When I began
I held my flag in the eastern wind
Laying claim to this bloodied land
With no victory;
The panels in the floors all squeak in the same places.
The ferns in the garden grow
And the tree I planted from a seed
Is taller than two of me.
I’m doing just fine.
I read my books and I ride my bike.
Morning coffee, evening wine
Forever and ever after.
A few things never change
But most continue on their way.
We are travelers on a million roads
We kick up dust and pay the tolls.
We nod our heads to say hello.
We walk together then we walk alone,
Be we strangers or old friends
Or lovers who’ve lost the heart.
Burns a path through the sky
From the day you’re born to the day you die
And are gone.
The sun forgets,
But always blazes on.