The Owl

The road from there to here I found not on a map, Nor blueprint made to keep things mostly on a track. It was early then, few reasons why to tip my cap, At future days whose seasons respect I did lack. A retirement plan was out of the question, Getting old just not part of the big missing plan, From highways I left to be free from congestion, For the open road was mine, a blue blue-eyed man. The days that came I would never change to endure, For they were full of magic and fights to account, And growing younger by the day so for fun for sure, Youth’s great secret is to make every moment count. Yet ironic today is the owl who appeared, Looking in my eyes he hooted- then disappeared.