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 !