What is not easy
Comes with pain.
I am a cynic
In my forty-sixth year.
I measure potential loss and gain
Before I move.
I want something
For me.
I'm done with noble sacrifice.
Done with the ceremony of
By-all-means-you-go-first.
So:
What must I give up
Before I
Take this chance?
What sacrifice
Might keep me
In the noble game?
I give a little,
And I wait.
Hating the loneliness,
I am in.
In my forty-sixth year
I have not learned
Nothing is better
Than something.
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13 Comments
each day is a learning experience with guidance from within, following the inner voice can bring serendipity!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a voice of many lonely hearts. Very Powerful words.
ReplyDeleteYou always have wise words and I do so relate! Thank you for sharing. In my seventy-ninth year I still need all the help I can get!!
ReplyDeletea huge sigh. i am a cynic in my 50th year.
ReplyDeleteAh, that learning curve never ends. Great words.
ReplyDeleteWe all learn and grow from our experiences ... you have done it beautifully !!!
ReplyDeleteYes...sometimes one does have to wonder...what if!!
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
the struggle with life never ends...yes!
ReplyDeleteA difficult lesson for sure.
ReplyDeleteAnd yet you have learned it, otherwise you wouldn't be able to write so beautifully about it.
ReplyDeletereally deep. please accept my virtual hug :-)
ReplyDeletethe self-awareness is the first step to progress....
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your inner voice in this poem, and I can relate to the hesitation to give. And I love the self-revelation at the end of this poem. Beautifully done as always Sandy!
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.