Of strangest days
do they befell one?

or do they just creep upon us?

what turn did the desire seek
what chance
what fear
did the decision make

turning within

Growing up?
to not know where

slipping silently
a cross to bear?

Letting go
setting free

It happens to you all
and me

of cradled yield
golden the crop

for once was taken

floundering chances

Twas right!

the open dances

for the beauty of the dance is

LIFE

the rhythm

the music
is the

PATHWAY

I say!!

Play it again Sam!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

SS
xx