Fear Turns Into Song

For forty years I walked alone and lived on borrowed time And thought each year that came and went would be my very last The ending close as days rolled on tomorrow left unrhymed Caught looking back or then ahead the moments never fast For forty years my steps were soft the eggshells cold and hard With broken dreams to mark my way and rocks my garden thronged But now my mind has been released the past and future charred With time undone, all reference lost —my fears all turned to song (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)