copyright Michael King
My World
I've looked for love in foreign faces
and found comfort in memory’s arms
Wandering aimlessly unfamiliar places
Warmed relaxed in nature's charms
My world bathed in dawn's early chorus
Shaking off yesterday's cares and woes
I enter each day with renewed purpose
Dressed in time’s best protective clothes
Relaxed and reassured I keep going
My weakest traits all hidden deep
The cracks and bruises no longer slowing
The future’s now not quite so bleak