Leaving the safety

Of entitlement

Even knowing what that is

Getting uncomfortable

To be of some use

 

Being an insider has never

Felt so out of touch

Finding a tribe that

Teaches how to help

Becoming a challenge

 

Running out of time

Hoping the young folks

Will use what’s left

On the clock to turn

Us in the right direction

 

We have left the shore

Drifting in collective stress

Finding it hard to write poems

That don’t frighten and

Overwhelm with sadness