It was only a moment ago
the skies spoke to you the possibilities
wider and deeper than a young mind could conceive
Then, as if to ruin the show
came the treadmill of responsibilities
now a raging river to erode all that you did believe
Do you see it standing there?
A black doorway in peripheral vision
a slow beckoning of danger, awesome and ajar!
Will it lead to a new life somewhere
and are you ready for this decision?
Where else to go once you’ve already come this far?
Inspired by a part of this article in The London Review of Books called Gloves on by Anne Carson, discussing dealing with Parkinson’s.
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