CROSSROADS

Well, here I am again… at my crossroads I can tell they are mine The marker I.D. reads “Between a rock and a hard place” “What a shameful disgrace As usual, I am not alone We are not born alone So, I should have expected company I nod to the soul on my right And wink at the left. Our little secret… Don’t know their names Yet, who they are is no mystery We had come together Somewhere in this world Born into the bodies of either boy or girl But they are my shipmates all the same Here we all stand counting time on the sand Waiting for the tides to change I close my eyes and blow a kiss to love A bygone happiness now estranged The wind blows in, whispers inaudible words High winds for high roads Soft winds for low The fates beckon where we’re to go Aye mi-maties… give a cheer, raise a glass in toast For the outcome is never anything to cry about, “nay, never one to boast It’s always the roads many have traveled the most No one needs to utter a word or deliver a speech We’ve learned from Life’s Schools of learning, and all Life has to teach. Experiences are recorded, they don’t need to be preached Don’t call my name, don’t give a shout Never home… I am always out Unable to take your call or hear your message For in my travels, I’m unable to be reached.