Admittedly I’m Lost
- cramergr
- Apr 12, 2022
- 1 min read
Admittedly I’m Lost
there is no joy,
worse than a child
without a toy.
An empty life
lacking a mate,
which way to turn
or is it too late?
Lacking any goals
wanting a lift,
where to find it
that missing gift.
I try to be funny
with little wise cracks,
making them giggle
some stopping in their tracks.
It’s more often done
to make others happy,
to make their day
lifting them from crappy.
Sure I laugh
and even smile,
but with a heart
isolated like an isle.
Over the years
so many hobbies,
some a success
followed by follies.
From going fishing
to firing a gun,
now just unfulfilling
where is the fun?
A ship without wind
my sails gone slack,
I’m going nowhere
a future too black.
Is it something I’ve done
somebody I hurt,
a resulting karma
should I feel like dirt?
I’m a good man
so full of love,
if I had religion
I’d ask God above.
Admittedly I’m older
past my prime,
still I’m mobile
with unknown time.
Too many friends
are in my past,
stopping their journeys
leaving me aghast.
A path I promised
I would not take,
alone I’m left
in a life opaque.
Through it all
I have to remember
fight for the light
to retain an ember.
It’s always present
such a nagging quest,
too many questions
nobody to suggest.
Some friends tell me
not to worry so much,
yet I feel too lacking
needing a lady’s touch.
Yes I’m fully aware
I’m drifting about,
but that’s my mind
dealing with this drought.
Our lives can be
seemingly quite complex,
still so very simple
like a muscle we flex.
Admittedly I’m lost
there is no joy,
worse than a child
without a toy.
Gary R. Cramer
April 12, 2022
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