Too long now to worry
Let the years now evaporate
The regret, i will not
trade for what has been learned
In time, places I found myself
In situations known and unknown
To latch on to its meaning
Or wait for the moment to dissolve
Reliance on self and trust, absent from my mind
And the things that mattered were not
The ones I worried so much about
Too long now to worry
No need to barter present for the past
Knowledge the highest currency
Not in my wallet, but soul
The moments I was most afraid
Were actually the ones that captured
My desire, my ability
brought together with fortitude
While grit and good fortune needed to play
Along with my scrum of right and wrong
Love was the thing most missing
Felt, but imprisoned to express
Too long now to worry
The keyhole now fits with the key
With fingers, hand, and wrist
Dangling from the chain of life’s decisions
Came the turn – of what has been learned
skipping stones 