Looking Back At Thirty-five

Looking Back At 35

 Decorum and dreams dance among
 the painted faces of the night

  the fast and new have
  washed over me in wonderful ways
  only to leave me yearning to know
  the true wisdom of easy and slow.

  I have journeyed long through
  the fallacies and naivety,
  still believing when
  hope was a fool's game

  enduring the storm until
  the truthwas so salient that it
  cleansed my soul like fire

  the world looks a bit different
  on this side of life
  priorities have shifted, idealism is sifted
  there's still some black and white
  but many more shades of grey

  urgency there is no more
  yet I see how deft a thief time is
  as it whisks these words away
  before they are even frozen in form

  the minutes can either free or enslave us
  but now I'm beginning to relish
  each second's worth
  and the true value of things
  especially comfortable shoes