Pick A Few

On this day, that marks the time
I look back
I make a rhyme.

The mirror back, I took a glance
Remembering when
I took the chance.
Standing ground all gains lost
Alone and free
So worth the cost
The road behind is getting long
The journeys rough
The will is strong
A forward march let’s keep the pace
It’s not over
Still in the race.
The journeys long, enjoy the view
Smell the Flowers
Pick a few.
BjM 11-30-15