Lead On

Stranger days I had And at times it’s a drag For the world just spins around Sometimes your feet don’t hit the ground No one knows it all It’s just what you can recall Is it the start middle or end Or do you just pretend What is your public face The one that can’t b erased Does it hold you up to the sun Or drag you down until you’re done For in the end there is you So to yourself be true Lead on into the light You are up to the fight. © Paul Warren Poetry