when you’re well past gray
here’s something to read
even well past white
and ready to leave
something smooth, something flawless
the trip that never ends
as the boat we miss most
bends round another bend
so here is a poem
others can also read
the young and not too smart
the wild playing so free
for who is not so old
that can’t find their young
or get lost in time
when time’s yet begun
we can’t stay forever
leaving is what we do
in turn we turn and find
a road to something new
we can’t change our coming
nor the moves of our going
for what hangs mysterious
is the sacred all-knowing
there is always smarter
we think we need to be
but fools born everyday
turn genius on their knees
is today sombody’s turn?
maybe yours maybe mine
for life doesn't take risks
like love does all the time