I
have seen girls tinsel their hair in
blues, pinks and purples I
wonder what dyes were mixed to
birth such vivid hues I
think I’m getting old at forty-three with
my cool days behind me, or perhaps
my best years really lie ahead
I
will crown this poem with gorgeous words that
will ignite a flame within hearts it
will be as regal as a queen knighting citizens
or a king conquering lands far away or
it will be a wallflower sitting in corners blooming
in silence
life
is not fair or easy it
has peaks and valleys storms
and sunshine I
walk along winding paths eyes
toward skies searching
for heaven at
night I slip into
dreams of what fantasies
life could be at
dawn I awake to
new beginnings