When does it happen, dropping the past
A passion in youth, from early time cast
So gradually things changed, until now
Now time to consider, when taking a bow

Life a whirlwind, of pleasure and joy
Any downside, could never annoy
Focus on the positive, nothing more
Always looking for next, open door

My subject was dance, in all forms
Missing for anytime, caused a storm
Sport may lead the way, in life
Other humans seek husband or wife

Life with pleasures, making each day
Select what we enjoy, along the way
So when does a passion, start to fade
Who picks the moment, decision is made

Or does it come slowly, we move along
Different pathways, sense nothing wrong
When the time is right, we can move on
Yet our past will never, be lost and gone

Needs change, and we are refreshed
Seek new horizons, not those left
Growth continues, whatever the age
Being ourselves, use a different gauge

When a thought, springs to life
We should be able, without strife
To enjoy and expand, each day
Merge with the past. in new ways