The Choice

Yes, I will admit it's true,

that life's become a killing frost,

but I'll count up what I still can do,

and not add up what I have lost.

So much lies beyond my reach,

and sometimes I feel like crying.

Bur I must practice what I preach,

and although I would be lying

to say I don't miss that which was,

this new life is mine to choose,

and I'll look ahead because

when in regret one sings the blues,

those bitter tears are shed in vain,

corroding blessings that remain.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is ASPIRE.

All to which I had aspired

in an old and gone existence

has been mothballed and retired,

but not the Path of Least Resistance,

for there's more that lies ahead,

there is much that I must learn

in the former knowing's stead,

and only this way will I earn

the right to face the older man

in the crooked looking-glass.

Maybe he once had a plan,

but the years fall as I pass

what he had once held as truth,

hostage now to newfound youth.

Weird, but three minutes thirty.

Music from Steve Winwood, with While You See A Chance.

Sylvia thinks that as long as you can eat ice cream, all is right with the world.