DM Babbit Poet Sestina

The Reflective Path

Some say 
 the experiences and encounters along life's paths and ways,
 it's the journey that we're on,
 the sibling rivalry, the parental guides in each direction gone,
from birth to death we do our best on the earthly scene
come what may in the in-betweens.

I don't see it that way despite the tears
 my eyes grow more cataract in arrears
 over these fading years.

This path, this life's perpetual dance,
 molds and form us with our stories to be told by circumstance
is a journey full of plans and accidents unbound
 love is given and is taken, is lost and in forever found
to keep us ever on the path we cast
 along with earthbound spirits of the past.

I've walked it all these years in ice and fire,
 teetering and tight roped on the wire
 toes and feet are well worn and body tired.

Now time,
 is catching up, passing by in the roadside signs
 once slow and precise, occasionally on pause
 takes a look back in the mirror with quiet sigh and  applause
reflections of thoughts in my mind wanderings to look
 telling me to be grateful for the journey and the path I took.

I have regrets, not always won
 they will never be undone
 forgive me each and every one.

But you
 cajoling and supporting every possible view
ever by my side, my lover and my guide as time took
 not once measured by directions in the book
but ever forward, bold and innocent, sinner and repentant
 the path was clouded then cleared, forged unlamented.

I'm grateful for this life, of living in the day
 happy to have been and still be here upon the way
 what more can I say;
It's the reflection over time that lasts
 bound by images and dreams refined and now passed
 lives are drawn and quartered imprinted by the paths we cast.

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