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