Just another Sunday

How in later life
            you come across words that thrill
with their apparent simplicity
            words coined by poetries
that touch upon
            the very essence of being
what it is to be being alive
            to know love
through years of other
            bitter disappointments
to reflect upon
            the changingness of life
with its swings and roundabouts
            a constancy in a shifting world
clinging to the central purpose
            free of all muted expession

I had once an idea of myself
            only to discover that my self
had another agenda
            another conception of itself
with no defining complacencies
            a life to be continued

John Lyons