Eve of a new
quarter
century, in
a sober state
of mind,
not what you
think, this
is good
STRAIGHT ARROW
not sad and
morose,
but a day
to look back
upon twenty
five years
of struggle,
the uphill
battle that
has finally
evened out
to a continuous
effort,
a joyful celebration
of abstinence
from things
that held me back
no more, I have
reached a lovely
place, a landmark
quarter
century, in
a sober state
of mind,
not what you
think, this
is good
STRAIGHT ARROW
not sad and
morose,
but a day
to look back
upon twenty
five years
of struggle,
the uphill
battle that
has finally
evened out
to a continuous
effort,
a joyful celebration
of abstinence
from things
that held me back
no more, I have
reached a lovely
place, a landmark
But beware
they say, never
take it for granted
this clear head
the anxiety of
never knowing
and no crutches
but fresh air
and prayer
yoga instead
of smoke
walking the
Wild road
alone and
unfettered,
leaving it
all up to the
winds of change,
I must trust
not an easy
thing, but
what choice
is left, the
path is taken
the light
beckons down
the line,
DIVINE
they say, never
take it for granted
this clear head
the anxiety of
never knowing
and no crutches
but fresh air
and prayer
yoga instead
of smoke
walking the
Wild road
alone and
unfettered,
leaving it
all up to the
winds of change,
I must trust
not an easy
thing, but
what choice
is left, the
path is taken
the light
beckons down
the line,
DIVINE
©J.W.WINSLOW 11/1/10