Sought the lost and lonely traills Slept beneath the stars, Walked where the wild beast trod And gazed aloft to Mars. Tasted that which succoured me Exquisite on the tongue, Drank the wild and wooly brews Then lay down in the sun. Ran the race of all young men Epic and guilt free, Often paid the price in pain Which brought me to the knee. Could lament on sorrows past, Easily shed a tear..... But things just, kinda, balanced out Twixt laughter and the fear. Can't complain about my lot I've scaled the mighty peaks And paddled my old log canoe Despite it's many leaks. Guess it all boils down to where Your values rest in tune In moments of tranquility Beneath a hanging moon.
Some personal meanderings after enjoying Stevo's gentle verse, "Do No Harm"