Poem for the week: "My Merry Way"

My Merry Way

I’ve had plenty of time to reflect upon my life,

and regardless of what angle I looked at myself,

I was always outside of life looking in, more

of an observer than a participator.

I stood outside the whole Elvis Presley phase,

the Beatles craze, Trudeaumania, and whatever

other movement swept the nation, always

wondering what was wrong with me.

But today, as the sun begins to set on the horizon,

I look at my life and ask myself: did I get it right,

or wrong? But the world pays no attention to

my question, because it doesn’t matter.

Every circle has a center, and water always finds

its own level, and when all is said and done, no

one is any wiser; so, I stopped reflecting on

my life, and continued on my merry way.