Struggle

You know my darling
I struggle too
Struggle
Is not just a teenage word
Struggle
like a puff of dust
on a dirt road, hanging
with befuddled pointlessness
Wary
of the turn ahead
But you
You
You
My dear
Have the wind
Pulling, pulling
A vortex of years
you say you feel
Inadequate
But there is (some) time
for errors
You just don't know it
Hurry
Life is wasting
Waiting, a verdant mountain
ready to climb
No dust
In the wake
Maybe I do know something of
What you think I know
After all