The Retired Bloke

Will

The light dims

It seems as though

It won’t shine brightly

Will never again 

 

The mist descends

Shrouding the world

In a hazy glow

Will not go

 

Life’s full eclipse

Blackening skies

As though undercover

Will not recover

 

Will I ever 

Forever have the will

To be who I want to be

By my free will.