"Illusion At The Helm"

by
Florence Ondré

I’m organized, I’ve rarely failed
In challenges I have prevailed
And though I’ve sometimes griped and railed
I’ve rarely ever whined or wailed
It’s more my style to be detailed
And grasp the facts that life’s entailed
To bring conclusions unassailed
And whether hardy, honed or hailed
To each task I’ve never paled
Yet now my road is hill and daled
All my efforts cut, curtailed
Highest sight is lowly brailled
Former days all story taled
For presently I find I’m veiled
Not much left to be regaled
Ah, pure past, iced image ailed
When accomplishment was availed
Years are vanished, in minutes frailed
That shiny ship has swiftly sailed!