The place we are all searching
The end of the rainbow
That pot of gold

Paradise lost
The perfect place to live
When the search is over
At the end of our long lives

The quest
Without fear or worry

I am still searching
On The Journey
As I get older
Peace comes from within

I am no longer searching with the same eyes
My eyes have been opened
The rose tinted glasses abandoned

With maturity
I am wiser in friendships and relationships

I am no longer chasing a dream
I am a realist

I embrace with dignity
The Twilight Years
The end of the rainbow is nearer
Than I think

Tomorrow may never come

Written in Brighton in the poetry group, Rottingdean, September 2016