End of the Road
What happens to ambition?
where does it go.
It seemed so strong,
constant,there at my
side.
Nudging,pushing,whispering
scheming .
When did it die?
Why did I not notice?
It just left me
without a word of goodbye.
I had enjoyed its company
for so so many years!
Yet I am not bereft,
or lonely without
this crutch.
It was just a friend
who helped me
to do it all my way!
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
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