Ponderings

I look around and what do I see Nothing more or less will be I look for meaning to it all And not just pondering my final call For life moves on all the time Now and then to pause and entwine For we can’t live as only one We touch each other in our run So I sit and contemplate What’s in store as I wait And time’s the master or so it seems Only hoping the future is not too extreme. © Paul Warren Poetry