Tuesday, July 29, 2014

62: The Birthday Sonnet

I look behind me and I see a trail
   That winds from love to love and loss to loss,
Where “I succeed” is so close to “I fail”
   The distance can be bridged by a coin toss.
And up ahead: the trail I’ve yet to blaze,
   A tangled wild from which I hope to make,
In the full time of my remaining days,
   A path between miracle and mistake.
I will die walking it, this incomplete
   Track that will be completed by my death.
So I sit here a while to rest my feet.
   I take a look around.  I take a breath.
      And slowly, slowly, count to sixty-two;
      And only then, start walking somewhere new. 


Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells


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