Clearer Vision

With age the chains of wants and needs

Morph to threads of clearer vision.

Those dreams of youth have mostly melted

And so they went, thoughts of division.

As the seasons were counted, along with loves

Only three were warm to remember

But life has been good, dispite my trying,

So I look kindly towards December.

Now I am content with simpler hopes

And I chuckle at dreams that I once knew.

It seems the broth that I thought burnt

Turned out to be a flavorful stew.

JE Falcon

05-11-2016