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