Transitions

 Transitions

Transitions always struck me as the privilege of the young

A gift from life of what could be,

The seeds of change on hungry tongues.

 

Days marked with laughter, rush, adrenaline, not time

Nor closing eyes in the afternoon sun

As fading skies and love combined.

 

Life’s shown me wealth and wonder far beyond my childhood dreams

And I’ve been guilty, I’ll admit

Of awful things I’ve done, and said, and seen.

 

So I resolve to make mine that transition, which I thought was lost

For young and old alike can seize

The chance and fortune life has offered up.