Dreams Put On Hold

Fate met with life on a crossroad, they saw me looking both ways, hesitant to take any merging path; fear overcame me, numbing my senses, and frozen like Alaskan ice, I stood there. Fate asked life to put dreams on hold, but she protested with an astute reply, " He's old, a huge debt you owe him! " I waited while they battled with words; a rushing thought invaded me , " Go! " And I started running, not listening to them; I realized that fate is what we make of it. I remembered the card reader who suggested I wore a talisman for good luck, I ignored her. If in defeat I mourn, or in triumph I cheer... the voice that I heeded was a good omen. I have lived longer than any true or untrue friend; at their tombstones I stand and grieve their loss, perhaps The Higher Power added years to this life to recompense me for my patience and long wait.