1987

Those summer days have long since passed

Those days when I was young

And free of ties

And the cares and worries of the world.

In that summer I had a plan

Though roughly sketched

And adrift in the aloofness of youth,

It was clear to me.

My life since then

Two decades now

Has rambled and sauntered

And led me far from home.

Where has your plan led you?

Has it fallen by that wayside

Rubbing shoulders and keeping company

With the isolation that life can sometimes bring?

Where has your journey brought you?

Where have your hopes been parked?

Where have your dreams been sold?

Or is it as you always thought it would be?

(C) 2008, Tim Prendeville