As I lie in bed and stare out into the early Autumn’s morning tears I reflect on my life —
the small dwindling family still left behind missing, but not yet wishing, to join those gone before —
the fragments of fulfilled wishes and dreams —
and the ones cast aside in the wake of marriage and children
I lie in this bed and wonder: Is it too late to renew this dormant quest?
As I struggle for my answer and fight to silence my fears the mist clears, the sun smiles at me
And I decide…