Here I sit, glass in hand,
Thinking how life's not gone as planned,
As I stare across the waves,
My mind searches for the adventures it craves.

The sound of gulls fishing on the tide,
Where now? What next?  I must decide,
To coin a phrase, I need strong and stable,
A steady course, well! If I'm able.

As I ponder, wonder, think,
I pop the bar for another drink,
It soothes my mind, it fuels my soul,
As I sit here setting another goal.

As poems go, this ain't my best,
But soul is awakened, from peaceful rest,
As my fire burns stronger there will be more,
Of this I'm certain, in fact, I'm sure!