Half a lifetime growing up, growing up.
Then (almost) half a lifetime growing old
To golden years,
Always in a rush, in a rush.
The time has come
To stop and reconsider this haste
Driving me on these many years.
I now have time to weigh the merits
Of many things and judge them
For their worth.
Childhood. (Door #1)
Childhood was all light and fantasy.
My wants and needs were all provided.
My future was plotted and planned
And no concern of mine.
Mid-Life. (Door #2)
Mid-life was filled with many concerns,
The laying on of many burdens
I did the best I could
And willingly accepting them as just.
Golden Years. (Door #3)
These golden years hasten their march
To a final resolution free of fear.
Casting off the burdens that I bore,
I now examine options with more care.
Weighing The Merits
Considering all the paths before me,
Acknowledging the pros and cons of each,
Considering the cost and benefit of each,
My choice is clear.