A time of change awaits you, friend.
It crouches on your track.
It peeps its head round yonder bend
and knows you can’t go back.
And being time, itself it bides,
(albeit a time of change).
You cannot know how well it hides
and still be in your range!
Your path might be a jolly jaunt
when suddenly appears
that deviation there to daunt
you in the coming years.
A monster ever stalking you. . .
then one day it may pale,
and thankfully you start anew
upon another trail.
Or maybe you’ve gone traipsing down
a road of misery,
and wishing only you could drown,
you stand beside a sea.
But look! What beckons you away?
A time of change, (no beast)
has handed you a bright new day
and hopelessness has ceased!
An oldie for PD's Surprise ME with a poem, in which I have not read