ONE GOAL
There’s more than one thing left for me to do
In life, a wide spectrum of stuff still to achieve
As time is ever shorter, I guess I must choose
Not just sitting in the dark, suffering the blues
With so much yet to discover, or even believe
Of all the goals I seek I know one is really true
My horizons require I take a short term view
If indeed time permits, but that is merely fate
But I still have far to go, as a Thursday’s child
I pace myself, and am certainly no longer wild
But when my goal is in plain sight, it’s like bait
I will not accept safety and comfort just in lieu
My goal to defy death, at least a few more years
A measured approach to living, nothing stupid
My poetic aim is to complete six thousand works
While somewhere inside some creativity still lurks
And even once again to feel the arrow of Cupid
Never to recognise when it’s the sum of all fears