Rolling Horizon
When the Horizon no longer rolls over
To the next, and the next, and the next,
A funny thing happens within me,
I get claustrophobic – and yet –I can’t see beyond double-seven,
Despite getting eighty-three years;
Enigma indeed I can’t fathom,
Frustration, it generates tears.But why? As my memory’s fading,
My body is falling apart;
I guess because up from the ashes
Of life comes this Phoenix-like art.It’s always been there in a fashion,
But now it’s exploding with might;
Ah! Yes! That’s the Spirit with power –
Seven years – double – that’s about right.Okay Lord, I see now Your meaning –
A matter of get down to work;
All loss is obstruction removal,
Refined in the end is your jerk!A bit like a robot in service,
All extras and spares stripped away;
Well, here I am, now at Your service;
What’s that? “Lighten up – go and play!”Oh – okay.
Thanks, Lordnavigation