On my mind

In the coming decade –
I’m expected to remain sane
Against the odds, to be a groom
Spare the rod and train a child
Walk, talk without hiding of shame
Be right, take the blame, and apologize
In the coming decade –
I’ll be someone’s “where have you been?”
I get frightened when I recall
That yesterday is a day lesser
To my last sleep never to wake
It is over twenty years roaming here
To what I want and what is left
From doing my best to doing the rest
And still, I am yet to even begin.

Wildkhard [TA]