The Adventure Is Slipping Away

Night time thoughts

Challenge an empty mind

Rustling new ideas

That need to be defined

It is in quiet moments

When we ponder our fate

Wondering 

If we have left it too late

The adventure is slipping away

Minds grow feeble

Can’t find the words to say

Bodies weaken

Til they’re simple shells

The adventure keeps slipping

Slipping away

There is no looking forward to 

A better day

So many stories

Songs that need to be heard

So much sharing

Love in every word

Precious moments

Feel them slipping away

Silent tears

Each and every day

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by Bill Ferguson

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