Some have dreams
and goals to chase,
But do they ever reach that place?
They wonder, can they hold the line?
Will they end with grace, or just decline?
Existing, not achieving,
Lost within, with no path to see, Frustration mounts, and expectations flee.
Children are distant, loved ones far,
No one close, beneath this star.
Anger comes, with a bitter taste,
Resentment grows, a heart encased.
Then fear creeps in, of life just spent,
Not lived, but merely lent.
In crowds, still solitary,
Children absent, loved ones gone,
No companion to call their own.
An island soul, in solitude, confined,
A captive of their own design,
Existing, not achieving,
In a rhythm of unending grieving.
By Barron Greenwalt circa 2010
Discover more from En-Joy Ministries
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
