WHAT IS OUT THERE???
The mind of a child is happy and gay,
While his wants to slink away…
With no prospects toyed,
He’s reluctant to join in the fray.
A sense of wonder is gone,
No anticipation at dawn….
Of what’s out there,
The wonders to share
And to see them before they have gone.
Is life suddenly boring,
Has the poet lost a good mooring…
Being swept out to sea
With no poetry,
To comfort while he’s in mourning.