Leafing through the pages of the Captain’s log
of meandering voyages through sea and sand
in the dusk’s fading hours relaxing inland
looking for glimmering light through dense fog.
Assessing the gains and losses of time,
skirmishes won and tough battles lost,
straggling at last through the winning post,
realized in the end that life was a mime.
Agonies endless had been many a score,
ecstasies have been not less but more.
Countless have I shed bushels of tears,
have been haunted by numerous endless fears.
Yet , happily do I set down this song
counting seconds ticking till the final GONG !
What a wonderful extended metaphor for the poetry marathon! Well done!
Appreciate your kind words. Having crossed seventy, I am literally reviewing my logs
That is amazing!
It’s wonderful how you have imagined life like an endless voyage, with its ebbs and lows, it has such a lyrical flow, till the final gong( which really did ring in my ear! Like the final summit or the shore of this long journey☺️)
Thank you . I am glad you felt what I tried to convey.
Since I am past 70, I am literally reviewing my logs!