Adventure

An adventure could be described best
As every day with you, for the rest
Of my life, and maybe then some.
Adventure keeps calling like the beat of a drum.

No matter if the leaves have lost their sheen,
Turning grey where once was green,
I know that ever on we'll be
Continually adventuring.

We may not be exploring the exotic jungle
Or investigating the latest presidential bungle.
But how many times have we
Outrun a hurricane (and had no damage, to see)?

My mind is made up, and there's no turning back
(And if we did, we'd probably get attacked
By those adventure-avoiding nagging doubts
That keep us from enjoying life with some shouts).