Next Turn

Tomorrow renders renaissance
Within senility's heart.
My mind ensures the pension,
For my years of service.
Sadness, supplanted by remorse,
This time united,
Compelled to the course.
Sweet nectar of time promises healing
This, I soon will test.
Emerging from my solitude,
I will be at my best.
Thieves cannot take from me
Lessons begrudgingly learned.
Who dare to stand against me,
Now preventing my next turn.
My dreams no longer choking me;
No longer prisoner,
Of my fears.
The prints beneath my next step
Are paved with pleasures
Of a life I love, and
Once thought to miss.
My life, my love, is real.

Author ~ Paul J Haldy