There were voices once
That told me stories
And took me through time and space
But now they are silent
And all I can do
Is to wander
And squander the time I have left
Regretting not letting the voices
Carry me away while I had them.
There was a time once
When the course of life
Was infinite and open-ended
But now life is finite
And all I can do
To quell the conflict
Between my heart
And my mind
Is to shift my life into neutral
And coast to the end of the road
However long or short that may be
Because I am not sure that
Given the world we face
My sanity is worth fighting for
©2022 Kevin Fraleigh
Given the World we face:
The little voices Robert W Service wrote about and the ones that guided us through youth are one and the same. While he wrote of how they pull us to leave, your poem reflects what we feel when we stay …….. and the little voices go away …… and painted wings and dragons wings make way for those we love. Neverland is still out there; filled with Lost Boys who listened to the little voices.
Oh. Sanity has never been worth fighting for. Whatever gave you that idea?