Warm Sunlight embraced
The Golden Fields near the Path
Where Tree Leaves shimmered.

:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.

It all feels done now.
Just some small Pieces left to
Finish picking up.

:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.

All her life she’s heard,
“Someday this…and Someday that…”
Someday never came…

:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.

Where does one go when
There’s no Will to continue
On; Roads to Nowhere?

:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.

At what point should one
Simply admit defeat and
Bow out gracefully?

:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.

When the Bubble burst,
The Fairy Tales inside it,
Broke apart as well…

:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.