Feeling his way…

In the gloom that surrounded his new life
he found no happiness to face him.
No joy upon waking as there once had been.
No laughter or silly giggling at just being,
until he heard a little voice.
“Wake up Gondwanagrandaddy, you’re it.”
And he knew then that life did indeed still
have purpose
have meaning
have love
and yes…
have joy too.

It was different, it would always be different.
But it was so.

Besides —-he’d made a promise.

©Joe Wilson – Feeling his way…2016

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