A Metaphor For Life As Years Pass By

In San Diego's bustling cityscape, Paloma sighed,

A soul feeling weary, her spirit untied,

Stressed and tired, finances a looming haze,

Escrow woes and lease troubles in the maze.

Dreams of a place where her heart could soar,

Beyond worries and woes, where troubles wore,

Longing for Lucky to find joy in the sun,

Paloma yearning for peace when day is done.

And in this tapestry of life's complex thread,

A desire emerges, where hearts can be led,

For me, a wish for comfort, a place to call mine,

Amidst new adventures and paths that entwine.

A tranquil night on the California coast,

Paddle boarding, the waves in the moonlight engrossed,

Tracking stars through a camera's lens,

Infinite dreams and hopes that it transcends.

Scaling mountains, reaching for the sky,

A metaphor for life as years pass by,

Yet amidst the journey, a wish to find,

The warmth of family, hearts intertwined.

To embrace depression as a storm that shall pass,

Learning and growing, like blades of grass,

In the golden years, a wisdom unfolds,

A peace within, as life's tale molds.