Plodding On
I watched a bird eat from a feeder
under the boughs of a scrawny pine
there, just under the power lines
mounted by the rusty old gas meter
A Cardinal, a bright red statement
life continues, even in winter’s rage
and so its been for a long worn age
and for me, a reminder softly sent
No matter how hard the passage I make
the road fate sets for one like me
be it on dusty land, or churning sea
it is the course I must onward take
So I watch a bird and know I too go on
to be as determined in my way this day
put one foot before the other as I may
passing from each proscribed dawn to dawn