Wandering Soul

Why is it that my mind seems to wander;
my thoughts all appear out of whack?
It appears to have gone to a land, down under;
and, it likely won’t soon come back.

Some say my mind’s reached stagnation;
and I’m no longer able to focus;
others, conclude; it’s gone on vacation;
without even giving its notice.

Whatever the case; my mind is annoyed;
and others; no longer take me serious;
following years of stress; I’m still employed;
and, those others, think I’m delirious.

I’ve become a man of advanced age;
my mind must fulfill its role;
with my experience; I should be a sage;
instead, I’m now, a wandering soul.

I’m much like an absent minded professor;
without a doctorate degree;
instead I’ve become like a father confessor;
devoid of a confessee.

I have much wisdom, and experience to share;
without an audience to hear;
none wish to listen, or pretend to care;
unless I’m buying their beer.

I have the interest of all others nearby;
if I tell them how to make money;
even making them laugh, till they cry;
if my jokes are particularly funny.

Surely the Master has special plans for me;
on His agenda; an important role;
so old, and diminished, what else could I be;
but, an insignificant, wandering soul.

Monty 7/3/23. # 1,656