A Useless Past

It has been great, the ambience of the place,
the road less travelled from that hunter’s lodge too short,
there was, each day, especially at noon, a friendly face
my ship would always hesitate before the homeland port.
Farewell I bid you all, the tundra redefines my skill
a hermit’s life be what ye Gods bestowed at last,
there was an attitude back then and a determined will
yet all the energy has stayed behind, inside a useless past.