A Poem: The Pattern

I find myself in the same steps, simply a different day and time

Only the temperature fluctuates as does the sunlight and the night

I expect change, a new beginning with a different conclusion

But the drab meets the monotonous, a dull and tedious journey

8 to 5 with an hour for lunch, the same refrain, whistled new each day

Should I want more, do I deserve more from this rut in the road

But there is a reason, a rational, a method to the madness of living

A responsibility for more than self, translated into care, love and support

Yes, I live in a pattern, movements predicted, but the results aren’t

What lies ahead for my flesh and blood is the bounty of the adventure

Their future will extend my steps, my time here as they venture on

Towards a pattern of their own, for their own, on a path I once tread

An original composition by the author of Ends and Beginnings