Questing and Promises
When will October come?
I want that lonely month
While I still feel distanced, here in August,
Strong in my summer mood.
But there, start of autumn,
I will have to let go of childhood, finally
And find me
New friends
To replace the old that leave me here at home
While they fly free.
I cannot promise not to feel abandoned,
The old home crowd gone on to Greater Things
Beyond my present reach,
But I make a promise to myself -
I will get there eventually, I will achieve -
It doesn't matter in the scheme of things
How long it takes,
And my unconventional, roundabout road
Will still lead
To the Rome that I seek.
