The Poetry Marathon

Thinking about the future is hard for me,

I am not a planner, I just let it be

I am a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of woman

But here’s what I would like to be doing…

I will be 63, here are 6 dreams to share with you

hope all these desires and predictions can come true…

Joining a Bowling league is a must

and taking up baking and making  a crust,

babysitting grandkids on my lap

and definitely taking a daily nap

Travelling far and wide to see the world with my love

and sitting on the couch reading, not getting a shove

So many plans, and yet so far away

It was nice to think and plan for such a day

Here’s to the future me,

Whoever that will be

The dark beckons menacingly,

Trees intimidate with their size,

The quiet noises of the woods are so loud

I can hear myself breathing heavily, I think I am lost.

I AM AFRAID

But then, I see some light

The moon is visible like a ray of hope

Sensing my hesitation, lighting my way,

I can feel my breath again and I see the trees in a new light

The trees look protective instead

I FEEL HOPEFUL