Several years ago
Maybe twenty I don't know
Future was ******* in a bow.
But those plans fell through
The way they sometimes do
My path was overgrown with weeds
Couldn't follow all my leads
But that was then , this is now
I think I've found out how,
to get through another day
even when clouds get in the way.
It is friends that cleat my path
It's the truth I've done the math
Their kindness is all I need
To thrive with a newly planted seed.