My Journey

I want to expand my horizons before it’s too late.

That fine, restless, spirit; make time to know her.

New dreams replace old dreams; sigh don’t wait.

Years pass swiftly; sometimes aimlessly wander.

First twenty; seems to pace too slowly.

Twenty to forty; at ease with my song.

Logic murmurs; can’t go on endlessly.

Forty then sixty; has it been this long?

Someone waiting for this brief journey to matter.

Aged, eighty; should I set this weary, spirit free?

Are tentative steps my last rung on Life’s ladder?

No, I will shout to others you can learn from me!

Jewel Hopson

6/23/06