In the day...

I've lost what I had,
wanting more than I need.
Today is the measure,
compromise is my mead.

I've sat pondering often
of places to wander.
Drinking with passion
opportunities did squander.

Then memories flood in
past discretions upon me.
The door to my past opens,
my instincts say flee.

But really is there
any place I can run,
to escape paying the piper
of what I thought was fun?

It was not my way
to keep in the day,
though now I have
been given a vision.

To look where I am
not where I can go,
here and now
is my daily decision.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards