Of Heart & Mind

So this is the last blog of the year:

Wither goes my heart?
Wiser by the crawl of a tiny slug
Hanging onto habits like moss on damp rocks

Wherefore the baffle in my mind?
People and the things of the world perplex me more and more
Often I sigh unable to comprehend

Henceforth, what path to take in this foliage?
Plod on little slug, plod on
Glimpses of the golden sun will always be there to catch.