My struggle with
time is graying my
head.
My quest to lead exacts
every ounce of courage and
strength.
But if at last my little
crew sets sail and the
wind is right and their
journey true,
Then with joy my
aged hands will clutch the vessel,
push them off and on the shore my
weathered face will smile
and be
at peace.
I had to read that over and over to get it but when I did, I realized it’s meaning, truth and beauty. I remember when you won that poetry contest when you were a young girl, but I haven’t read any of your poetry for YEARS. You definitely have a gift! Thanks for sharing it.