A life of wrong decisions
Of strangers all around
Feet that once rose so long ago
And never came to ground
A life spent with illusions
Of dangers all around
Thoughts born of hope so long ago
A safe home never found
A life of work and searching
For answers all around
To questions forged so long ago
That when cast just rebound
A life spent chasing phantoms
Those prancers all around
Who mesmerized so long ago
But can no more astound
Jan Freeman's Wanderings - Let Nature be your guide 
A very nice reflective piece of writing, Jan. 🙂
Oh if we could turn back time.
Thanks, Paul. Who would want to, knowing what we know now? 😉
I like the circular image you’ve created here, Jan, and recognize many of the outcomes drawn in your word
Thanks bb. Some grow up faster than others 🙂