METAMORPHOSIS:

I often wonder what happened along the way,

At what point did the pretty blue turn to grey?

Through corridors of life´s tribulations & trials,

Through spinning years & daily lived miles.

Starting with fired passions & young naïve illusions,

Without the peering eyes of life´s prying intrusions,

Meandering through fairy-tale marriage game,

Wending through wonderful wailing babes that came.

Hand in hand, through laughter, pain & many smiles,

Arriving at the cross-roads of well- trodden miles,

Asking of the Gods; “Tell me please, which way I go,

Do I choose the oceans waves, or go where sweet winds blow?”

 I ponder upon the secure path, of tender gentle care,

Or the lost disinterested years of weary wear & tear,

I kneel & pray; “to go or stay, for love´s old familiar sake,

Do I choose to give more of me, or do I now just take?”