Not knowing what is coming
But dreading the thoughts of nothing
Dreading more what is in dreams store
Anything would be better than
My dream of what’s reality
Led along a path of destiny
By a bunch of bridled horses
They cannot change canals courses
Ropes taught with tension
Tow paths under hoofs give traction
Reaching weirs with locks
Locks for elevation
Waters rising but not elation
Reaching places where once
Within the habitation
Dark satanic mills brought desperation
Boating on the canals in long
And narrow boats
No longer pulled by horses
But by horse power measured pistons
Horses now released from bridles
We still follow courses laid in our
Ancestors revolutionary days
When they made the waterways
And laid tracks for locomotives
With invisible reigns you pull
The economic boats and trains
Along the paths our fathers laid
Unless we would wake up from
Past dreams
And look at what is real
Not what it seems.
What unbridled would we do
Put out to pasture
Is that the fate that will meet you?
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-of-retirement/
