Ed Ahern | The Wayfarer

The waking’s spun with webs of urgent lure
And sleep is shriveled dreaming marred by fear.
The life allows the walker nothing sure
Or level path to others once held dear.
But many grasp at getting days with hope
And moments still and without vice and shame.
A little space to reassess and cope,
A quiet calm of mind, a gentle flame.
Yet many cast themselves aside and rot
And wave away this chance to reemerge
The winnowing is fine, the chances not,
For those who see themselves as lost and purged.
The way is narrow, dimly lit and rough
But offers passage clear and good enough.

Ed Ahern resumed writing after 40-odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He’s had over 250 stories and poems published so far, and five books. He also works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he sits on the review board and manages a posse of four review editors.

This poem was originally published by the Society of Classical Poets.

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