ONE GOAL

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